a mother’s love
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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
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Sticks & Stones Will Break My Heart (this the joy of motherhood)
He draws a smiley face in every window of his chalk house, and someone stuck a smiley face on top of the brown bookshelf. One day I even came across a tiny blue butterfly sticker which found itself in flight behind our cheap little kitchen toaster. I step past an old flower pot they’ve filled… Continue reading
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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
Sierra V. Fedorko 