Consistency of Motherhood

Motherhood is the Pacific,

Endless expanse of white capped swells.

My emotions ebb and flow like a tropical storm:

Is he hungry?

Should I change him?

Why is he crying?

Should I leave him in the swing?

Is he warm enough…too warm?

 

But

those are only the hiccup warnings,

the real tsunami wave breaks

in one giant salt-water mouthful:


Am I enough?

 

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