mother’s game

eyes and ears on full alert
for toddler’s tumbled play
able hand whisks eggs in time
to junior’s violin practice
laundry bins hold clothes to mend
the broom waits for a dance
cat is curled by her dish
dog digs up garden’s bed
creamy coffee sits untouched
a nursling nuzzles milk-full breast
she heaves a sigh and softly smiles
with free hand loosens cotton dress . . .
there aren’t enough hours each day
but, still, it’s mother’s game we play

Day 10 NaPoWriMo