You never noticed the peace. You only recall it now
that the child has fallen in the living room as you are getting dressed
and you run out, half naked, to make sure she is okay and
you hope the neighbors aren’t looking through the window because you weren’t really planning
on giving them a show this morning. You remember
or try to remember
what it was like before your life got so tangled in drool and poopy diapers.
Before, when Children’s Motrin commercials didn’t make you cry,
when you didn’t know any lullabies, when you thought motherhood was sort of romantic,
when you could never have fathomed the mess
would be so beautiful.