(m)otherhood.

francis tangles his arms, his legs, his whole self in my dresses and legs as i am cooking in the kitchen, scrubbing the tub, walking from one room to the next...and it's every dream of my soul, a life in a world i dreamt but now live.

i knew i wanted this and all the tiny somethings that escape number or name, but i could never have known what they would be or on what wings they might arrive, i only know them as they find me and astonish me and bring me to my knees. motherhood.