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A Poem for What It’s Like Being a Mother
There goes my son sailing down the slide with sword and shield raised high, soaking his jeans thanks to the earlier rain. Here comes my daughter with arms outstretched running to me squealing “Mommy!” on a plain Tuesday morning. There’s my baby girl crawling to me as fast as she can with a grin I… Continue reading
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Mama Bear – a poem for mothers protecting their young
Living in the countryside is such a privilege. Truly. The sound of rushing creek water in the winter, the exuberant buttercups in the spring, the cotton candy glow of summer evenings, and the golden light of autumn while watching the wildlife store up for winter is some kind of magic. Like any place you live… Continue reading
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Don’t Take Me Back – the painful side of social media’s 2016 trend
2016 is trending;but it’s the year that markedthe years to comeof lifewithout a babythe year I didnt knowthat I would startto die. 2016 is trending;it’d be a long and painfulburialmonth by monthby month bymonth—this is what it’s liketo diewhen you arestill alive. (But are you?) I can’t get backthere.Nor do I want to—do not take meback.… Continue reading
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The Audacity – a poem for winter nights
The following is one of the few poems I wrote in the fall when I was finalizing Carol of the Mourning Dove and sharing it with the world. While it was a poem inspired by my sunflowers in the autumn, I think it is quite a fitting dare and resolution for these winter nights. I… Continue reading
Sierra V. Fedorko 