I saw a picture of me
From 7 years ago
A tiny wisp of a thing
Like a strong wind might
Knock me right over.
I took a lot of stock
In that type of thing
Back then.
The less space I took up,
The better.
Now I’ve got pounds
From each of my babies
Clinging to my bones.
My hips, breasts, skin stretched
To accommodate them.
There are days
I relish past memories.
That look, energy, freedom.
Then I remember the miracle
God did with my body
To create this family.
Whatever I thought
Back then
Is but a whisper
Compared to what is now.
Tag: parenting
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Your blond head heavy on my thigh
Sleeping deeply in your baby way
In this rare, peaceful moment of time
I take a brief minute to prayLord, thank you this precious treasure
A gift much rarer than gold
This child’s value is too great to measure
Unlike a thing to be bought or soldYou grew in my womb
Creating you with God’s magic
A tiny egg in a dark tomb
An ancient, indescribable relicI want to bottle up this sliver of time
Put it on like my favorite sweater
Beautiful enough to be a crime
Staring at you like a long lost letterBabies don’t keep, they say
Cliche and sadly true
I find myself grasping anyway
I will try to let go when it’s dueThe weight of that is mine to bear
A mystery for mothers alone
To grow you inside out
Knowing this time is on loanWho you will one day be
Is both entirely & not at all
Up to me
God don’t let me fall. -
I see you, momma.
Those tired eyes that twinkle
Grasping for rest
scared to miss a moment
These babies will drive us
till we break
And bring out the best
from those same depths.
Racing to bedtime
And after the quiet begins
Yearning to kiss pillow cheeks.
You wonder about your self
Who you are, could be, will be
To these babies
Past the needs, the questions
Tears, tantrums, triumphs
You are enough.
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I see you, momma.
Those tired eyes that twinkle
Grasping for rest
scared to miss a moment
These babies will drive us
till we break
And bring out the best
from those same depths.
Racing to bedtime
And after the quiet begins
Yearning to kiss pillow cheeks.
You wonder about your self
Who you are, could be, will be
To these babies
Past the needs, the questions
Tears, tantrums, triumphs
You are enough.
