bitsy & dot

sometimes I wonder if I will survive motherhood–

not because of the lack of sleep,

or the bone-deep stress,

or the havoc on my immune system,

but because:

sometimes

when I look at my daughter,

my heart shatters

like glass

into

a million sand-grain pieces,

of joy

of adoration

of awe,

and I wonder

how I, a mere human,

can survive

this much love