motherhood poetry
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A Happy Woman!
Motherhood is no longer the effortless softness of a new, fresh life season for me. But there is a triumph to it. There is a commitment to beauty. A realness to the glaring magic spread long and loud between the harshness, loss, and brittle elements. And best of all there’s a knowing that rattlesnakes, difficulty, wilting, and… Continue reading
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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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Nursery Rhymes for Mothers & Sons
Before the chaos of those last 15-20 minutes before dinner, he’s wearing a doctor hat and checking my temperature or heartbeat. It’s pretty interchangeable at this point in his medical career. He makes the heartbeat sound by clucking and asks if I’m okay. Mothers know we probably aren’t okay. Not with our whole hearts walking… Continue reading
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Sunflowers, Summer Son
Our first sunflower of the season bloomed in the second week of July. I love sunflowers. They remind me of the summer I was pregnant with my son. That first time experiencing all the emotions that come with the final weeks of pregnancy, the excitement, the unknown, and the natural way your mind just starts… Continue reading
Sierra V. Fedorko 