Love is

Three in the morning a babe cries

Exhaustion overwhelms, the noise increases

No choice, she peels her body from the sheet

To tend her little man



Six O'clock, the sun is waking

Another's cry, weak but urgent

As vomit fills the hall, hits the walls

On her hands and knees, she wipes away

The filth, her other hand extends in comfort



The clock strikes twelve, life is hectic

The laundry monster grows

Alphagetti scatter with giggles

Grape juice stains white cotton

Like blood seeps from a wound



The bewitching hour arrives

Among books, chatter,

Bubbles splash across tiles

The growl of her stomach

Surrounded by love, she forgot to eat