"Mother and Child", Gustav Klimt Awake at dawn, spit-up stained pajamas.Cracked, aching breasts, eyes rimmed black with sleep.Did I choose the better thing?A sharp cry, magical when first expressed, now primordial screech. Ears ringing, head fuzzy, temper rising.Did I choose the better thing?Excrement in excess, diaper rashes and soiled onesies. Teeth piercing gums, inconsolable drooling…