Lost & Found

NaPoWriMo Day 3

Motherhood
is a treasure chest
of the lost and found
sitting on the side
of the school playground
dusted with crumbs and dreams

My sense-of-self and boundaries
lie tangled in the straps of baby carriers
closed bathroom doors
sleep, and gym time 
are buried in there, too
covered by stretch marks and eye bags

Chaos and alphabet soup - 
ASD ADHD, SPD, GAD, ARFID -
spell out a vast well of patience
I discovered wholly by accident
while scouring the box
for conservation topics outside of diapers

Resilience bounces out
while I search for jeans that still fit,
flexibility arranging me in Warrior Pose
ready to battle principals on principles

Love - a weakness -
is scattered through the heart of the chest
like pastel Easter eggs 
calm and gentle and ready to crack
Love - a shield - 
is the dust that covers everything inside
Motherhood