When I became a mom at 26,
I quit my job and thought I’d write a book.
I didn’t have a clue about the fix
I entered then – I didn’t know it took
so much to raise a human being well.
I had to manage house and family
and work at home. I rode a carousel
of multi-tasks, and hormones powered me.

My folks were close but wouldn’t baby-sit.
Mom justified her absence socially.
Declining time for an appropriate
relationship, her immaturity
prevented it. She aimed her heart away
from generation-skipping love and play.