#momlife
today the sun came out
& it was glorious
light sparked your hair
its golden glow seared at the edges
curls bouncing
as you swung higher and higher
you giggle
staring right into my heart
I ask, what are you looking at
you, mama
and somehow
on this brightest day
the most radiant light
is still your face
lighting everything
my sunshine girl
May 18
May 18, 2026 at 10:21 PM UTC
At the subway station, crowded and loud,
I stood with my toddler, feeling quite proud.
But then came a question, clear and blunt,
“When will your **** talk again?” - what a stunt!
Embarrassment flooded, my face turned bright red,
As people around us chuckled and said
Nothing aloud, but their stares spoke for them,
While I tried to hush him, the chatty 'lil man.
“I don’t know what you mean,” I whispered, dismayed,
But he pressed on, “In the bathroom!” he played.
How I wished the ground would just swallow me whole,
As passengers giggled, beyond my control.
The subway ride - an epoch of shame,
Judging eyes upon me, I was to blame.
They probably thought I was gassy and crude,
I pondered which orphanage might take little dude.
As we stepped off the train, the doors shut tight,
And suddenly, it hit me - I saw the light!
At a gas stop, during a mommy squat,
My phone in my pocket had caused quite a plot.
Google Maps had spoken, loud and clear,
“Please turn around,” for us to hear.
But now it’s too late to explain this tale,
Forever they’ll think I couldn’t curtail.
My flatulence in public, or so they thought,
When really, it was just directions I sought.
A lesson learned in the most awkward way:
Keep your phone on silent, or be the **** of play!
Aug 11, 2025
Aug 11, 2025 at 7:45 AM UTC
The house was quiet,
kid and spouse asleep.
I lit one candle,
a vanilla scent,
melting onto a pickle jar lid.
Moved the toys
Except of course
the squeaky yellow duck.
I filled the tub like a child.
Is there such a thing
as too many bubbles?
I sunk into the scalding bliss,
an ****** for the heart.
I soaked and sighed and giggled,
took a picture of foamy long legs,
and my toes painted red.
A perfect end
to a seemingly unending night
Oct 10, 2017
Oct 10, 2017 at 9:12 AM UTC
You annoy me
sometimes
You make me want to bang my head against the steering wheel
sometimes
And sometimes,
I rest my head against yours
with my crying eyes looking into your sleeping eyes
wondering why it is that I can't do it all right
for you.
Why sometimes when your face is filled with amazement
gazing up at the starlit sky
you tap me on the shoulder to remind me there is a moon,
but I'm sometimes too busy
looking down at my toes
wondering when the next time I can get a pedicure will be?
Because when you have a child,
they say "your life is over"
which is entirely true.
Life starts over
and sometimes I find I have to remind myself
that paying this bill right NOW is not what life is dependent on.
I would tell you
that next time I'll get it right
but it's sometimes not true.
You are teaching me how to live again,
and with learning comes mistakes.
But there is one thing I know to be true,
I may not know how to be the perfect parent
but I know how to perfectly love you.
Feb 20, 2017
Feb 20, 2017 at 8:21 AM UTC
This perpetual exhaustion is becoming heavier
At times I fear it's consuming every fragment of my being
Like a dense fog that creeps in, obscuring the beauty of the untouched landscape
It has smothered my enthusiasm and shrouded my mind
Each day as the sun sets
The light that once illuminated my eyes is stifled by the unrelenting shadows of fatigue.
My perception drowns amongst the sleepy tears and sinks by the weight of my jaded heart.
Jan 8, 2016
Jan 8, 2016 at 6:45 PM UTC