sometimes i get poetic || motherhood

a monday.
an unlikely hero.
a morning.
the odds are not in this one's favor.
yet here we are.

a blossom.
a sprout.
an unfolding.

a morning sun casting shadows onto the kitchen floor.
a bird with it's song.
a chorus.

a hungry babe awakened from sleep.
mother still in her robe.
babe without pants. without socks.
soft thighs & warm toes.

raised arms to meet mother.

they assume their position.
babe turns her head, lying chest to chest.
her crown warming mother's cheek.
tiny hairs of red lie softly, overflowing tip of baby's ear.
the sweet smell of baby.

dimpled hands grabbing mother's robe.
quietly they lie.

a babe full of milk.
a mother full of gratefulness.
a whispered prayer of thanks.

nowhere to be.

lifted head of baby.
a smile from a tired mother.
a grin from newly toothed baby.
she pulls mother close.

unknown gratitude.
an overwhelming truth.

a day not to be forgotten.
yet a day like any other.

oh, motherhood.
oh, monday.