Slice of Motherhood

I can tell you only so much.

The light in the mornings: sun in a stripe and the curtains’ yellow glow.

The bangs and beeps of garbage trucks in the mornings

Morning vitamins and aquaphor, a fresh outfit, a clean diaper.

The baby saying “ah ghee,” lying on a swaddle

matching her outfit, maybe.

I’m always watching the clock, planning for nap time.

I wish I could sleep too, but better that I hold you.