How is it possible--
That these two women,
One, all limbs, the other, all torso, 
Sprang from me?

I have nursed and diapered, 
Filled sippy cups (“More juice, Mama!”)
Read stories out loud and in different voices,
Rocked them to sleep

I have coached soccer, 
commuted to Hebrew school,
Braided hair and 
shopped for fancy 
school dance dresses

Now, they drive themselves home

My wish for them: Gratitude.
(It’s taken me too long to realize that is the secret)
See what you are and express thanks--
Invites much more joy than wanting, waiting, 
for something different 
(so that happiness can begin)

My work is nearly complete...
A few more dinners to prepare
A few more tears to console
Until, someday, perhaps? There is a new babe 
to soothe.

“I yam what I yam,”
Said the dog to the man
When he begged for a bone
& wouldn’t leave him alone

The man knew he shouldn’t 
Enable his pet,
But his spots were so sweet, 
And his tongue was so wet

How could he not
Give into that face
Who loved unconditionally
And brightened the place?

The owner knew better,
That feeding the beast
Would create further problems
(His pleas ‘d never cease)

But the dog was so grateful!
As he waggled his tail
and offered the man
A soft place to cuddle, and wail

We are what we are
And we do what we do 
For the ones that we love
(And to get ourselves through)

And though it’s not helpful 
In the long run,
Immediate gratification
Is just Too Much Fun

November 14, 2020