Years from now,
I will not remember
this unexceptional day.

The tough choices,
navigated proudly.

The countless minutes
spent questionably.

The fizzled ending;
The “There, there,”
waved hastily over a friend’s moans.

I won’t remember
how I lunged for
one “Can you…?”
whacked three “Should I…?”s
and slammed two “How should we…?”s
right out of the park.

It was
a blur of unexceptional to-ing and fro-ing,

if I’m very lucky,
I’ll be allowed to retain some dim remembrance
of this day’s end–
the squeal,
the grin,
the soft chubby hand
caressing my cheek–
motherhood’s exceptional sweetness.