a mother’s heart
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A Poem for What It’s Like Being a Mother
There goes my son sailing down the slide with sword and shield raised high, soaking his jeans thanks to the earlier rain. Here comes my daughter with arms outstretched running to me squealing “Mommy!” on a plain Tuesday morning. There’s my baby girl crawling to me as fast as she can with a grin I… Continue reading
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Mama Bear – a poem for mothers protecting their young
Living in the countryside is such a privilege. Truly. The sound of rushing creek water in the winter, the exuberant buttercups in the spring, the cotton candy glow of summer evenings, and the golden light of autumn while watching the wildlife store up for winter is some kind of magic. Like any place you live… Continue reading
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Counting My Blessings Like Sheep & Spiraling
When I was first pregnant with my son I was so scared of the joy. That wrestling with joy would continue into those early years as I soaked up the light and happiness of motherhood. I was not accustomed to such lightness having experienced the deep pain of infertility for years. About nine months postpartum… Continue reading
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Everything Is Beautiful & Everything Is Not
In November I came across an unfinished, unshared poem in my poetry journal. Even though the poem is a rough 20 lines I realized it was actually a complete thought in just the first stanza. I must have written this when I was early postpartum with my baby, Sylvia. She was born last year the… Continue reading
