Tag: Motherhood
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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. -
The Big Stretch Of Motherhood
Motherhood is all about stretching. Your body, your heart, your patience, your understanding, your compassion, your boundaries, and your capabilities—all stretch to accommodate the addition of fresh life you are meant to raise. The augmentation to every facet of your being sometimes feels like stretching cold muscles; it hurts. Shame and guilt lurk in corners ... -
Event Condition
In one year it’s a shadow, following. Taking the shape of a person. Just not the person she lost. -
The Clutching Rocks
At the bottom of the sea two rocks clasp her ankle like a bear trap with no teeth. She went down there, under the water when her first child crept out of her own. Submerged for years. Overhead, the sunlight trickles. Figures bob. Bubbles from her lungs float to meet the surface. She sees through ... -
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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 ... -
Defeated
What inside of me won’t give up?How do I survive each day?What makes me feel this way inside?What else is there to say?No one listens, even through the shoutsin spite of my best effortsMy empathy and humbleness puts me out.I still wake up with hope and love in my hearteven though I knowthat by days ...