You see that I sleep
You cannot help but ask me
If you can make toast.
I look at the clock
It says it is 5 am
“Why are you awake?”
“I’m hungry” you say
“And I want some apple juice”
I groan and get up.
In a daze I move
To the refrigerator
The light blinding me.
The toaster protests
as I push down the lever
“Butter or jelly?”
“Both” is your answer
The knife glides across the toast
Your breakfast is done.
“You are the best, Mom”
Jam on your angelic face
The clock said 5:12
Back to my warm bed
I think of my content child
Who cannot tell time.
Being a mother
You cannot punch in and out
The love is fulltime.
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