Happy

Improbable, but not impossible.

i’ve heard it said

a mother is only as happy as her least happy child;

and whether or not this is in fact true,

i have felt it to be.

with happiness mysterious,  

with six children, unique and mysterious in themselves,

and life largely incidental,

what are the odds

i might ever find myself truly happy?

i figure

1 in 3,748,067,

the odds of getting eaten whole by a shark.

yet. here i am

not just happy, but deeply,

no shark in sight.