motherhood poems
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A Frenzy of Garden & Pancake Pie (life these days)
The garden feels about to burst. And as I hold my 1-year-old daughter and walk on the raised stones to our home sweet home I hope I always remember the sweet feeling of— Ben coming home, the days getting longer, surprise coffee waiting in the fridge, floral postage stamps, and all of us in the… Continue reading
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Can I Trust God with My Happiness?
I don’t know how to trust God with my joy. That’s been the disjointed song of my heart for the past several years. When I saw those two pink lines for the first time, I just laughed on the bathroom floor. And I loved how God was with me in it. Following that initial burst… Continue reading
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The Desert Sky, Flowers, and the 4th Trimester
I smile at Heidi who smiles at me with her whole face. I love how she talks with such gusto, concentration, and effort. I walk by the flower bed filled up with the wildflowers and zinnias we planted the weekend before her birth. Heidi is 3 months old now and it feels as though the… Continue reading
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To Moms of Tiny Artists
Art in the Thick of It, Poem🎨💓 “I don’t make art anymore.” But I watched her for a day. She smiled at the morning and then paved a way. She made room for their messes, imaginations soar. She helped them make sense of their huge world and her own such a blur. She cheered for… Continue reading
Sierra V. Fedorko 