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Laura May 3
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i am full of water. a time to rest, a time of warm stillness.

i am the first sip. she starts to feel alive again, the earth blooms.

i am the sun. dancing underneath of me eternally. warms to the core.

something is sailing through the wind.
the change.
Amanda Mar 26
It is not mine to bear
Not my right to hold
But I want to relieve your greif
Can't be ditched
Can't be shared
Let's hope your pain is breif

Not expressions you attempt to mask
Like it doesn't hurt
Alone tonight in your frustration
Know he's not attentive or alert

There is only so much to be done
He's genuinely trying with all his might
Hanging out while you're asleep
Making the most of a ****** night

Eyes heavy with tiredness and concern
Across the room you snore
Stares at the barely audible TV
Bet he hates this even more

The pre-existing tension blooms here
Makes sense
Shouldn't be a surprise
Conflict inevitably surfaces
Minds fail to engage compromise

You never move forward like this
Who you are enormously holds you down
Face shows what you can't conceal
Mask twisted into a frown

By now should know better
Know you way too well
Feel unfairly treated in this building
So you put us through unjust hell

We will last through turmoil
Lift ourselves because we are strong
Darkness cannot overcome our family
Our love will carry us four along
Written while my mom was in the hospital. My dad didn't leave her side once for six weeks straight and it was inspiring. I love my family.
Khoi-San Feb 18
Winter
Spring
Summer
Fall
four letters from Nature
L
O
V
E
all you have to do is heed the call
aennij Jan 19
i have a lot to think about
like why are kettles stout?
many hesitations and doubt
perhaps I'm just doing this for clout
Mary Gay Kearns Dec 2019
In the garden ,my friend,
He tends, pulling and digging
Cutting back so hope can Spring
Filling in next year’s spaces
With renewed life.

I have known this slowness
For many a year
Working through paintings
The death of his father
This slowness is my acceptance.

Love Mary x
Lydia Nov 2019
This season of life is full of simplicity
predictability
normalcy
it’s a little boy about to turn 4 who asks Mama to play with him and read him the same books over and over again
birthday party planning, holiday coordinating
co parenting changing,
his stubborn side showing,
refusing to eat meals and pushing as far as he can
but also so so sweet when he tells me
“Mommy, you’re beautiful”
“Mom I want a hug”
“Mom will you sit by me?”
toddler talks and stuttering over his words because he can’t get them out fast enough
Sesame Street on repeat and little boy jokes
daycare drop offs and after work pick ups
bedtime routines and storybooks
Single child syndrome, center of attention
this season of life is so simple
motherhood now is like holding onto the baby things while also helping him do the big boy stuff,
independence blossoming
I always wondered when we would get here
past the diaper days
the breastfeeding
the restless nights
and teething
it’s all so bittersweet
My only baby
maybe my only baby
through ***** ups and scoldings he still wants to hold my hand and be carried by Mama
this season of life is all about childhood for an almost 4 year old little boy
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