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Communion – a poem for mothers trying to worship
baby fingers narrowly keptfromCommunion juice,rowdy children hushed,a mother’s look,sit still,she barely gets a prayerin edgewise,thank you, Lord, thankyou, Lord.and in this quiet, chaoticpew,this mother with her children,this broken upworshipher Lord is trulyglorified,and likely quite delightedby the narrowly,rowdy,barely edgewise. -S.V.F., Communion ❤ I have been wanting to write about how a mother of little children participates… Continue reading
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Heartsong – a prayer, a poem
what a difference a year makes—where zinnias used to growwith promise,mangled weeds pool outinstead,where chamomile daisies once burstlike a meadow, I just seedry, dead things. but also this June’s peachharvest tripled from the lastand I scooped vanilla icecream over strawberries and freshpeach slices. what a difference, what a difference…pain bleeding, joy drippingfrom my hands,lifting my… Continue reading
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Dandelions from a Mother’s Perspective – a poem of love & letting go
a dandelion is a dandelionunlessgiven by a child. in which case it is the whole world,their whole world, plucked, held out—for you. I hold these dandelionsin my palm, pull thesedandelions from my hair,so rich am I to carrysuch love,my joy etched deepin laugh-lines—rivers where all these flowerssoft and wiltingtake root for good, forever. sweetness lingers… Continue reading
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There Are Things I Wasn’t Prepared for When I Became a Mother
there are things I wasn’t prepared for when I became a mother. how four years later I’d feel sad for my son who loved a beetle-bug he kept in a small pumpkin house or crawling cheerfully on his dinosaur shirt. my son carried this bug so happily, so carefully, but the beetle-bug would fall on… Continue reading
Sierra V. Fedorko 