a mother’s journey
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Motherhood by Laundry Load – a poem of transformation
it was like so many otherMondays,but now she was nearly9 months oldand I was folding laundry slow,those muslin cloths with goats and owlsand edges thick withhappy lace,my hands heavywith the sweetnessfingering through theseasonscascading in unshedtearsbehind my eyes. motherhood— I’ve never been morechangeddoing the same loadsof laundryover and over and overagain. –S.V.F. / Laundry Loads read… Continue reading
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Lake Day – a poem for this mama’s broken heart
I might break beneathgood things,my son running inwith grasshoppers caughtin Grandpa’s field;he goes to kindergartenin only a week. but later I might break beneathsad thingsmy world closing inon the living floor,reality hits harder in the opensaying those words aloud;feels like a death, feels like a funeral.I still don’t cry the tears that try,that should have… Continue reading
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To My Younger Mom Self
If I could say one thing to her— You’re going to be off balance for a little awhile, then a week before your son turns five he will burst into the kitchen, wonder what you’re doing, discover you’re in there making chocolate brownies from a box. And you’ll be smiling, toppling over, just trying to… Continue reading
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A Bedtime Story of Faith and Motherhood
Not long ago I walked by the bathroom mirror and did a double take. Seven months pregnant and it shows. In November I will give birth for the third time. Yet for about half of my twenties I grieved the reality of infertility and the possibility I would never have children from my womb. There… Continue reading
Sierra V. Fedorko 