motherhood was spent
smacking tags on clothes in the store
& plush animals at home,
on spinning pennies
& Minnie Mouse by the tail,
on “crashing the checkers”
of Connect Four,
only for the tray to be filled up again
with what she called gold coins & pepperonis.
Though such activities became
the payoff was in her smile
that lit up her face like a gloriole
& with the laughter that filled a room
She taught her daughter about Dreamland,
& Never-Never Land that was always, always there.
She taught her about the Land of Shuteye Town,
of Oz, Narnia, & Wonderland,
& the Queendom of 40 Winks.
She taught her practical magic
& made realism magical,
which came from the imaginations
of those under the Heaven that was
& surpassed all understanding.
There were oohs & aahs
over the goos & gahs
as the parents & grandparents
in fascination with this new life,
bearing pink, plushy presents,
while the little child who had preceded this life
stood back & watched in the cool shallows,
thinking her star had dimmed
when it had only matured,
that her co-existing co-creators
had wanted this life,
because her ever-so-wonderful life
had come first.