Doula

Hickory, dickory, dock,

We  work around the clock.

Play and wash and prep and feed and change and play and nap and feed.

 

Toilet rush before the bough breaks.

A  baby  in a new mother’s lap

with growing arms reaching for the roll and now the  taps –

Humpty Dumpty had a great fall,

Soon we all might crack.

 

The clock strikes one

and She arrives.

She soothes and smiles.

She coos and plays and gurgles.

 

I step and step and step until the body miles stack up.

Hickory, dickory, dock, the mouse wound down the clock.

Thoughts still before a time bomb bursts.

 

Hickory, dickory, dock.

She soothes, she calms and our doula leaves.

We begin again.

 

 

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