This post is part of a series called 100 Days of Poetry.
Four shots of espresso
three units of insulin
one hundred twenty-eight days til Kindergarten
countless reps of “is this working?” push ups
ten lunges across the length of the basement
twenty-five minutes til the spelling test
ten words to remember
pounds I don’t want to count
steps I haven’t run
what really counts?
two arms to hold them
one heart to break for them
two legs to carry them
one back to lift them
two parents loving them
one house to live in
this is everything that matters.