Coronamom

She wakes blurry eyed

One arm over the 2-year-old

Who made his way beneath her covers

Late last night, or maybe early morning?

Sleep doesn’t come easy-

Nights are so so precious

But there’s a day ahead

And she wants to make it count

The kids also want breakfast

NOW

She throws in a load

She pours KIX and Multigrain Cheerios

She pours milk

Wipes up milk

And sips a coffee

She serves more meals

Vacuums more crumbs

Puts out coloring pencils

Begs the two-year-old

To build a tower “SO high”

As his big brother listens to his Rebbe

Between banshee screams

And gathers children in

To wash hands,

“I said for 20 seconds!”

And to eat dinner

And then to clean up

And get ready for bed.

Then, she sits in a rocking chair

And reads the same books over again

And she sings the same songs over again

She sighs, she strokes a forehead

Kisses the bulge of a cheek

And whispers “I love you” into an ear

And just like that, the day counts.