Remembered Rhyme

This sweet poem is so true - right down to the line, "two wheels on asphalt, two on weeds," and that "roadside nursing" has happened on more occasions then I can count. It's funny, too, because these moments have seemed really mundane and merely practical at the time, but they really define motherhood for me.  I wish I could have put these thoughts and words together on my own, but Toria Clark said it better than I ever would have been able.  

Remembered Rhyme

Long ago, when I'd forgotten how to rhyme
days, evenings, nights, and the dusky hours before dawn
were all consumed in milky sweetness

I nursed you on the sofa
at the kitchen table during dinner
out in the sunshine on the back porch
in the car, pulled over to the side of the road,
two wheels on asphalt, two on weeds

Rhyme was never completely forgotten, though
retained in soothing lullabies
Meter was kept in feet pacing the hall,
to hush your fussy crying
Rhythm maintained in the rocking chair,
creaking back and forth all those
late mornings
late afternoons
late nights
Really, I was never late for anything
because my clock was you