Momma

I see you, momma.

Those tired eyes that twinkle

Grasping for rest

scared to miss a moment

These babies will drive us

till we break

And bring out the best

from those same depths.

Racing to bedtime

And after the quiet begins

Yearning to kiss pillow cheeks.

You wonder about your self

Who you are, could be, will be

To these babies

Past the needs, the questions

Tears, tantrums, triumphs

You are enough.