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.