I wrote this 2 minutes after reading Green Eggs and Ham to Henry, in between playing with them and nursing Peyton to sleep, you know, those 2 minutes that I wasn’t touching someone or asking Henry to close the back door…unedited and unrevised.

Motherhood sounds like
hands beating drums
Smells like
stinky baby bums
Feels like an ocean swell
leaves you with no time to dwell

One thing for sure, I’m never bored
praying every night,
“Thank you, thank you Lord.”
Even at night, when I hear the baby cry
I pick her up, take in her scent and sigh.