When the just-changed diaper
must be changed
when a plate of spaghetti is dropped
onto the kitchen floor
when the phone ringing at bedtime
snaps the spell of stories and songs,
tension topping a hundred three --
I think of you two sharing a one-room flat.
Mother and Child:
the Madonna Myth.
No partner to cut the burdens by half.
No family to step in at overload.
No door to quietly close crying infant
safely in her crib for a moment's
solitude, a cup of tea.
Who honors your marathon of