finally finding a
moment between
to-do and to-do and to-do for
breathing, sometimes i think

i'm just living in the shadow of motherhood.

the tiresome and
time consuming black
hole of endless
tasks, and yet

it's the kind of shadow that
a strong oak casts in the
heat of summer

a refuge,
where i find
solace and

and everything that i thought was just
wearing me down is really
shaping this small homemade
being and showing me that this
life i lead is both
privileged and rather
to say the least.