I grab your childlike brush as I go by my daily duty. My daily duty like a step by step for making the night go faster. For if it goes faster then I can have a second for me.
So I rush.
I rush putting your lived in, stretched out, favourite pyjamas on. I brush your newly formed teeth, as I sing a two note song so you don’t fight me and it goes faster.
I rush.
I grab your mismatched socks that cover your tiny perfect toes so they keep warm against the chill of the night.
I rush.
I get the fan that makes a hum that lulls you to comfort and safety.
I rush.
I lift the weight of your flimsy body. My own body creaks and cracks from the years of sacrifice. I cover yours to keep it protected.
I rush.