This is a lovely little poem about rising in the night to answer the call of a child, and it reminded me of the one I wrote on the same idea, "Thirteen Ways of Looking At an Interruption."
May you not hear a distress call tonight, may your home be filled with peaceful slumber this weekend, and if you do hear that call, may you answer it with math, grace, and whatever else helps.
by Lisa Gluskin Stonestreet
and I go
down into it, the hall again
all the same all the dark
down into it and do what must be done
(Read the whole poem here, at Poets.org.)