A special kind of love
POEM.
A poem I wrote to the older woman who sat with me when my youngest was in hospital earlier this year.
It’s a special kind of love mum’s have
The older woman watching on said.
And I thought, I hope to be her one day,
When grey hairs crown my head.
This isn't one of those motherhood poems
MUSING.
This isn’t one of those motherhood poems…
I want to write those motherhood poems,
That everybody loves.
The ones that speak of tough days and stained shirts,
But a love like no other.
Jacaranda Trees
POEM
I dreamt of jacaranda trees, Purple flowers littering the floor. The smell of Spring lingered in the air, And your silhouette in the door.
The listless things
POEM.
In my phone there is a list
Of all the little projects I’d like to do.
Photo books, and re-potting plants,
Making puzzles, and re-organising cupboards too.
I can't do this
MUSINGS.
I can’t do this. I wept it. A guttural sob as tears streamed down my face.
Hard feelings
POEM.
“I need a break,” I said to no one,
My frustration boiling out.
Another block beneath my foot,
The baby pulling my hair with a shout.
Once Upon a Time
POEM.
Once upon a time I cradled you,
Wrapped you tightly in my arms.
Where you smiled and cooed back up at me,
Your small hand fit snug in mine.
Keeping running little one.
POEM.
Keep running little one,
Don’t you worry, I’m right here.
A step behind, watching on,
To support you with a cheer.
Everyday moments
MUSINGS.
It’s in those everyday moments. Amidst the chaos. Amongst the challenges and feelings of being stretched and beyond what you’re capable of. You’ll make it through the other side. You’ll ride that wave and be amazed that you did it.
Longing for space.
POEM.
I’m longing for some freedom,
Or even a little space.
My arms are heavy, back sore,
But I am your favourite resting place.
Hands Full.
POEM.
Whew you’ve got your hands full,
The passing stranger said with a grin.
As I wrestled the baby in the pram,
The toddler eyeing him with jutted chin.