Motherhood # Wendell Berry

At five AM the cock had crowed
Petticoats with small pink bows
Tousled hair like tangled straw
 
Shout up the stairs "now wake up boys"
That mirrors dirt that hides the years
Put it on the list of chores
 
Pout your lips and blush your cheeks
The rouge fresh air applies for free
Eggs and bacon dance in the pan with glee
 
That nurcher is my bond my pride
It springs, that flow will not subside
My motherhood of breasts that will provide
 
Trace of smile across my lips
The heaviness around my hips
Satisfaction when the baby kicks
 
Origin poem (From the handing down)