motherhood
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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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When a Mother Prays
I’m a beggar and a mother, interchangeable. Spare these hearts of mine! Spare these hearts of mine! These hearts outside of me—spare them please! But I know it. Have lived it. They won’t escape pain, tragedies. By the tens or hundreds. But let them be. Let them breathe. Let them laugh and love, be healed, be held, be fearlessly… Continue reading
Sierra V. Fedorko 