limitless

i.
daybreak comes-- dubs her
writer, artist, woman--
unstoppable

ii.
five o’clock nears-- brings along
husband and children--
dictates the woman she must be;
reminds of the choice she made;

sacrifice echoes, harmonizes
with the clunk of work boots,
the jumble of children’s feet;

slaving over pan-seared perfection,
twilight christens her
wife, mother, cook--
exhausted

iii.
nighttime emerges--
masculine hands slide gently
across hips that bore angels

and lips whisper,
“we would be lost without you, my love.”