By Alla Zaykova
Nobody pays a price for quiet like mothers do.
Running off your feet –
The snack-giver,
The bum-wiper,
The ouchie-kisser,
The everything-fixer.
Five minutes of silence.
Could it be?
They’re playing by themselves.
Deep inside you know, you dread, but you’re so tired…
And then you see their hands
Covered to the elbow
In nail polish.
Alla Zaykova is a Wellington-based writer, communications professional, and mother of one dragon. She loves gentle parenting, science fiction and hot beverages. She can be found on Instagram at www.instagram.com/azaykovawriter/.
