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.