I keep going.  

Watching her snooze on the half hour drive home
I forget for a moment about my blazing fears
     a babe swaddled in all mandatory tethers
     “Safety First” labels on her car seat
     pink gingham pillow-y head rest surrounding her noggin
     sleep as soft and tender as a daydream
     not one eency weency care in the world
     no worry about my mothering capabilities
This one frame show–a solid amen.  

Then  

Carrying this brand new baby inside our humble abode
I remember a paused To Do list
     mounted high, purple majesty laundry
     exponential multiplication of dust bunnies
     the unfinished Precious Moments quilt
     a starving fridge and pantry and wilted plant in the windowsill
     an empty 35mm camera and weak batteries
     other unchecked, gnashing-of-teeth list items
This picture frame of life–like a screaming gremlin.  

What now?