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Wednesday, January 16, 2019

Poems of Motherhood | July-September

This year saw me
a mother
a wife
a new creature
will see me something new

We are almost to a whole year! The years truly are short. I thought that I’d sum up a few months and get us right on track to put out poems of motherhood that are more current. Maybe once a month? Quarterly? You guys let me know what you think.


We offer up our bodies
to motherhood
letting it take our slim waists
our time
as we grow a tiny human inside us

then we place everything else
on the altar of motherhood
our freedom
tying ourselves down 
to the wants and needs of 
the same baby that ripped its way out of us

the pain,
the loss of time, 
the radical change that leaks into every facet of life
gave me more than it ever took


This one is for all the mothers
who never got to decorate a nursery
who sit with empty cradles and empty arms
for those who ache when they see happy mothers
with brand new babies on their chests.
for those who put away the baby clothes for the last time
for those who never got to open them in the first place
this one is for all the mothers at heart
different shapes and sizes
ages and situations
but mothers,
just the same


You’ve awoken the lion in me
pulling her whiskers with your tiny fingers

she stands between you and the world now
you won’t understand why she stands to the side
lets the world knock you down
lets you jump into rivers that almost take you alive
then balks at a puddle
protects you from the wind


My hair is magic 
for you
it swings
you fiddle with the ends 
plunge your hands in and knot them tight
you hold onto it when you nurse
rub your eyes with it when you’re tired
put fistfuls in your mouth when you’re on my hip

I imagine it smells like home for you

so I’m not sure I can bear to cut it
not when magic will be harder and harder to find
as you grow
I made the hair
I made you
so it must be like it’s a part of you
as much as
it’s a part of me


You are 6 of the 7 dwarves
Happy, most of the time
Occasionally Sneezy (usually at least twice)
Dopey, Grumpy, and Sleepy are like conjoined triplets
popping out of you at the same time
most charmingly, you are Bashful
smiling and looking away


Today I witnessed Motherhood
the old kind
past the newborn glow
the joy of watching new discoveries
past toddlerhood and childhood
past teenage years

I witnessed the love of a mother
whose baby had outgrown her arms
who could walk and talk and drive and live alone her own
but who still needed to snuggle up to her chest
know that feeling was Home. 


Last night you woke up
crying out
I could have sworn you said “mom”
it seemed like you had a nightmare
I pulled you out of your crib
let the heat of my skin lull you back to comfort
back to sleep
it means so much to me
to be the lullaby 
without saying a word

And apparently, I didn’t write many poems in September. Or any really. Which makes me kind of sad, but it is what it is. I journaled. So there’s that. Anyway, thanks for reading!
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