not all of us
(ovaries not withstanding)
choose membership
nor are we all
recruited
some born to it
others learn as they go
accidents gone well
or trusting in miracles
and science
our names are many
all, the sound of needs
hungry, tired, scared,
lonely, anxious, hurting
day and night confused
the now is never gone
this One is always Two
each next another, blessed
no honesty more could tell
or warn what motherhood brings
