Tag: Motherhood
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Turning Forty
You are forty now, and maybe you don’t feel it. Haven’t had the time for your age to sink into your bones. Forty. You still feel thirty-nine, Sometimes eighty, Those days you try to do it all. Be everything for everyone at all times. Just remember: two more years and you’ll find the meaning of ... -
Lord, Please Allow Me One Normal Unextraordinary Day
During my youth, planning my future was a full-time job. I dreamed of every detail. I knew I wanted to be a mother. God’s plan was never in doubt for me. I created timelines in my head for my perfectly normal life. The straight path we would follow. Instead, we are on a twisty, dark ... -
Death and Dishes
Why should I be Afraid to die? There’s no pain, When it’s done, Of any kind. What I fear instead Is running Out of time Waiting— Waiting— For my words to shine. There’s a story In the news About a man Who lost his hands And an accident Where someone went blind. What could I do If ... -
Chocolate for Migraines
First it was cramps Grinding, debilitating cramps Tying my abdomen in An impossible sailor’s knot And out came the heating pad— A thick, orange water bottle— And the plug-in blanket, The rice sack that smelled like Lavender in the microwave Double socks Double blankets Pain, searing hot showers 48 hours of misery. After I had ... -
A Beetle Called Bertha
I tip-toe among the little crittersThat wriggle and flitter Along our shared grassy track They like to stop and have a chat And proudly pose for a photo When I am on my tummy down low Today I met a beetle called Bertha A lady who was frank and earthy And like my grandma, her family came first She protected her offspring through ... -
Lovely Silk
I’d love to stay up there with youBut there is something I must doIt won’t matter how much you pull nowI will always break free somehow Can’t you see your grip is only making me feel numb?Let me show you how strong I have becomeI can live without the protection of your lovely silkIt ... -
Why Motherhood Requires Learning To Let Go And Watch
Motherhood is one crazy roller coaster of emotional ups and downs. While a handbook would be nice and often feels required, one does not exist. -
Empty Vessel
My heart weeps silently for the child I once carried My mind paralyzed with fear of a reoccurrence but my body longs to be the vessel That carries your fragile, tiny frame supporting you in my cracked container You fluttered and my heart melted connecting ... -
Bay Mare’s Foal
Trees and grass, the Bay mare’s protection One spring night. Breathing heavily – No wind, No threat in sight. Her colt lies beside her, Touching noses. -
Who Do You Think You Are? Strange Things Parents Say
Who do you think you are? A question my mother liked to ask me when she was getting on to me. I use to stand there and wonder, who did she think I was? Yet, my shaky voice always answered back, “No one.” I really wanted to tell her that I was Chasity Anne Sifford, ...