motherhood · Poetry

Hello There

I am allowed to love you,
though all I know of you now
is two pink lines.

a strange comfort found
in realizing there’s no safe zone
for life.

5 weeks or thousands,
I can celebrate you here
without ever hearing
the heartbeat.

I am afraid.
I want you forever.
but either way this goes,
I’m going to love you
past that.

so, without the illusion
of a safe zone,
or holding my breath
to the next milestone. . .

I’m left with you–
beautiful you,
and all my love
for your whole life.

hello there.
I am your mother.

S.V.F.

motherhood · Poetry

Bright Yellow Boots

if you’d stayed little
like all mothers sometimes
hope,

then I wouldn’t smile
so brightly now
watching you toddle
in your bright yellow
boots.

and one day
standing in the kitchen,
I’ll be having a conversation
with a man,
and I’ll wonder how it happened.
I’ll think back for
just a second
to once upon a time
when you fit perfect in my
young arms.

but you’ll say, “Mom,”
and I’ll look back at you
instead of everything,
and I’ll think how much I love
that you didn’t stay put
in those bright yellow boots
forever.

timeless string of moments,
never enough.
much too wonderful
to miss. . .
here is my grown son.

so
don’t stay small forever, son,
because I want to know
just who you are
once you grow out of those
bright yellow boots.

-S.V.F.

Poetry

And Me Too

Children say the most delightful things. And they remind us of what is good and going well. They teach us how to laugh at the smallest things and how to approach life ready to enjoy it.

I wonder what it would be like if the kids ran 2020?! Maybe chaotic, but certainly fun!