I have to put the clothes in the dryer and do one more load tonight, but I keep rocking.
I have to find his brother's uniform belt for tomorrow, but I keep rocking.
I have to call that prescription refill in to the drugstore, but I keep rocking.
I need to call Mom back, but I keep rocking.
I should wash and dry my hair tonight instead of trying to get up early, but I keep rocking.
I'm getting hot, hugging my little space heater, but I keep rocking.
In his quiet room, my baby snuggled against me breathing softly, I keep rocking. He's sound asleep. I could lay him down now. But I keep rocking and try to quiet my mind, still the voice that reminds me one by one of the things that yet need done.
I breathe his scent in and rub my cheek against his hair.
Rocking my baby is what I will do. Just for another minute or two.