MUSINGS.

I went from the midst of spring’s creative abundance and was thrown into the depths of winter. Summer and Autumn skipped in a flash as a small body, moving too fast on fawn legs, fell too hard.

MUSINGS.

Drop off today was hard.

MUSINGS.

I hope to pass this on to my children.

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.

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.

POEM.

Keep running little one,
Don’t you worry, I’m right here.
A step behind, watching on,
To support you with a cheer.

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.