#motherhood poems on Hello Poetry

Lyn-Purcell Aug 2020

Rhea

Gentle gardener
Heart screams when her fruits are plucked
Hope comes bolting by

New day, new haiku!
Yesterday, I just suddenly felt so weak and exhausted so I couldnt post this. I'm feeling a little better though but still so weak...
This one is for the Titaness, Rhea, the Great Mother, Queen of Heaven and wife of Kronos.
The haiku is alluding to Zeus' birth story and his eventual take down of his father.
You see, Kronos too was told a prophecy that one of his offspring would replace him. So every time he and Rhea had a child, he swallowed them.
I've seen the paintings for this depictions and...all I can say is wow really.
Just wow.
Rhea, mortified and sick of this, wanted to at least enjoy the fruits of motherhood so when she gave birth to Zeus, she his him in a cave and put a rock in baby clothes. Kronos didnt notice at first and just swallowed it and in a variant myth, he was raised in the cave and another said he was sent to Crete.
This situation is much the borth of Perseus with Danaë, and yet again another case of meeting ones destiny in desperation to avoid it,
Anyway, thank you all for growing followers, I'm forever humbled and grateful for the support 🙏🌹💜
Here's the link for the growing collection:
https://hellopoetry.com/collection/132853/the-women-of-myth/
Be back tomorrow with another one!
Much love,
Lyn 💜

#dailyhaiku #greek #woman #mythology #motherhood #goddess #titaness #hope #metaphor #garden

thomezzz Aug 2020

mother, may i not?

As a woman, I have always
felt the pressure to procreate.
And if I succeed,
well, I better be the best mother I can be.
But what if, I’m scared
Of the pressures of social media.
That the moms that populate the page
will always be better than me.
That I may spread
my infected genes.
That maybe, right now, the world is
just a scary place to be.
But what if, I decide
to do things for me?
Does that deserve
to be guilty?

#motherhood #parenthood #women #guilt

Beck King Jul 2020

At My Mother's Feet

My mother's eating lasagna, and it's raining outside.
She's watching her drama show again,
the one that's set on a ranch in Australia.
I can't hear it.
I'm focusing on the rain, and the tingles running down my spine.
Her fingernails are absently scratching trails up and down
my right shoulder blade.
I am seventeen, but here, I am nothing more than hers.
My nose is tucked into the back of her knee.
I am once more cradled by her body.
My arms are clutching round her crossed legs.
When the show is over, I will kneel still, collapsed
at the feet of my lifeguard, my nurse, my teacher, my saving grace.
She'll lightly run her fingernails in ovals over my scalp,
and read me verses from Isaiah.
Then it's off to bed.
I'll be back next week to wrap my shaking hands round her
crossed legs and hide my face. She will be there next week
to pet the anxiety out of me.

#motherhood

Just Grace Jul 2020

I Couldn’t Make it to the Castle

I know you know real pain
I know this will not make you cry
I know in the end, you will not see me

And I will never get to hold you
as the child you never got to be
Nor will I ever really be the goddess
as a mother I feel destined to become
in your presence

#motherhood #loss #sadness #grief #love #potential #childhood #pain #hurt #cry

Jade Jul 2020

Mother

You ask me if I’m okay
And I want to yell at you,

To tell you how I sat up at night
And counted the lights in other buildings,
Just to know I wasn’t the only one alive.
To tell you that sometimes when I see you
I want to punch you in the face
Since we’re starting to look so similar.
To tell you how when my mind wants to hurt me
It uses your voice.
To tell you how you peeled off my skin
And made me dance through flames.

And of course I don’t.

Because I know you did your best.

Maybe not my best poem, but I guess I needed to get it off my chest.

#motherhood #parenthood #relationship #love #sad #depression #anxiety #pain #loss #short

Lata Choudhary Jul 2020

A child to a mother

“Mummy where are your wings”

Mummy where are your wings
I have seen you always surrounded,
By the household working
Don’t you want to fly
Don’t you want to enjoy

Mummy where are your wings
Why you always worried
About World’s thinking
Don’t you have any aim
Don’t you have any dream

Mummy where are your wings
I have seen you always surrounded,
By the household working
Don’t you want to fly
Don’t you want to enjoy

Mummy is your life is a white paper?
Anyone can write anything
Don’t you have your own thinking
I have always seen you in the kitchen
Doing something ...............

Mummy where are your wings
I have seen you always surrounded,
By the household working
Don’t you want to fly
Don’t you want to enjoy

Mummy I know that you are caring
But I think that you are not daring
What about your aim?
What about your dreams?

Mummy where are your wings
I have seen you always surrounded,
By the household working
Don’t you want to fly
Don’t you want to enjoy

#mother #motherhood #motherlife #housewife

Doy A Jul 2020

for my daughter

I wasn't sure what my life was for until you came along and made me understand what it means to live fully and love unconditionally.

To my daughter,
I'll carry you
for as long as my arms could bear the weight of you
and your beauty
and your wonder
and your burdens
and your flaws
and your joys
and your tears

and I will be here
as your mother
and friend
and teacher
and confidante
and your safety
and your home.

I love you. I love you immensely.
I love you with the new life you gave me.

#daughter #mother #mom #mum #family #love #motherhood #father #dad #baby

RKM Jun 2020

Now

when you call out for me again
and another hot plate of food turns cold
with each second that I hold you to sleep -
I remember
that I am teaching you what if feels like
to be loved without consequence
and never to accept less from anyone

when you say ‘mama’ and hold out your arms
I remember
I am creating a home in your heart for a hug
that reaches to your soul and warms you from the inside

when you tug at my ankles when I’m making tea
I sigh - but then I remember
that one day you won’t be glued to my hip
and you’ll sit moodily through a meal
desperate to return to your room

when you’re having one of those days
where you need all of me - and it feels like there is nothing left
I remind myself
these are the moments you might not remember
but that will stay etched like a blueprint and become a part of who you are becoming
 So I will read you another story
and I remember
that together, we are writing yours.

#motherhood