I cancelled my day
Said goodbye to what’s next
Let go of my striving.
I crumple under the weight
Of impossible expectation
Realizing that I am both essential
And completely meaningless
When it comes to the world’s turning.
Tag: parenting
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To be a mother
A picture of deep, imperfect love.
Giving your very self
In honor of growing
A new person.
Some ache for it
Wait and wait and wait
An ever elusive treasure.
Some are bestowed this gift
Only for that child
To be taken away.
Some endure physical destruction
To bring their child forth.
Perhaps this child grows to
Ignore all they were taught
Leaving only heartache
We see you today
Mothers whose story
Has turned out so differently
Than they had hoped.
To be a mother is to know
Joy
Pain
Loss
Courage
Sacrifice
Elation
Mother.
Your life is a beautiful poem.
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I used to hold my thumb
Just beneath your nose
To feel your soft, warm breath
Going in
Going out.
Place my palm on your belly
Watch it moving subtly up
Then down again.
I would shoot up in the night
Perform this routine
With you right next to me.
Now I gently turn the knob
Open the old, creaking door
Knowing the noise won’t wake you.
I do this most every night
Watch your peaceful face
So big in your big bed.
Analyze your flushed, full cheeks
See the sheet rise, then lower
With your every breath.
You may never know
Just how precious you are
To me.
It is a quiet & brief moment
Thank you, God
Thank you.
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When I think of all the things
You did to raise this child
The sacrifices & late nights
How your love could stretch for miles
I know it now more than ever
As I raise babies that are mine
The pain that you must feel
How daily you must resign
To knowing all that’s left
Is a stone that weathers and fades
All you can do for your boy now
Is put flowers on his grave.
Kacie B. Sharpe 