motherhood

A Ghost, Unseen.

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I keep the fire in this hall,
Arrange the chairs and mend the wall.
My hands are worn with tending tasks,
Fulfilling all that anyone asks.
I am the keeper of the space,
The one who sets the hurried pace.

And some who gather here draw near,
Their quiet thanks both warm and clear.
They see the work, the effort spent,
Acknowledge what the labor meant.
In their kind eyes, I find my place,
A welcome smile, a moment’s grace.

But others in this shared abode,
Who travel down the very same road,
Look through me as if I were glass,
Observing only shadows pass.
The meal is served, the linens clean,
But I remain a ghost, unseen.


They take the comfort that I make,
But offer nothing for my sake,
A servant in the home I claim,
Known by my function, not my name.

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Blue Blanket

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A small blue blanket lays on the side of the bed.
Tossed aside with holes and tears.
She used to hold it each night,
But as time moved on the blanket
Fell to the side.

A girl runs into her room in tears
Much older now, she lays on the bed and cries.
In the corner, the little blue blanket lays
Wishing to comfort the little girl.

Mother’s Heart

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Mother’s Heart

Oh, my precious child, my heart aches so,
To hear of the bullying you must go through.
I want to protect you from all harm,
But I know that I can’t always be there with you.

So what is a mother to do?
How can I stop a fight before it happens?
How can I diffuse the situation?

First, I must listen to you, my child.
I need to understand what is happening,
And why you are being targeted.
Once I know the root of the problem,
I can start to develop a plan.

I can talk to your teacher,
Or to the school counselor.
I can also talk to the parents of the bully.
Together, we can work to find a solution.

But most importantly, my child,
I need you to know that I am here for you.
I love you unconditionally,
And I will always be on your side.

Helpless

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I wrote this in light of my daughter’s fight with depression. I can’t help her the way I want to. It has to come from her. I can take her to all the therapy appointments and doctor appointments but still it has to come from her.

I feel so helpless, like a caged bird
Who can only watch the world outside
As it goes on without me, unaware
Of my pain and my sorrow.

I feel so helpless, like a drowning man
Who can’t reach the surface for air
As the water closes in around me,
Tugging me down into darkness.

I feel so helpless, like a lost child
Who can’t find their way home
As the night falls and the shadows grow,
Enveloping me in fear.

Angry

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Angry
I saw the way they looked at her,
I heard the things they said.

My blood boiled, my heart raced,
I wanted to scream and shout and rage.

But I knew that wouldn’t help,
So I took a deep breath and held it in.

I walked over to my daughter,
I put my arm around her and said,

“Don’t listen to them, honey.
They’re just mean.

They don’t know what they’re talking about.
You’re beautiful, inside and out.”

Take My Child’s Pain Away

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I feel so lost and helpless
When you’re in pain, my child.
I wish I could take it all away
And make you feel whole and mild.

I want to wrap my arms around you
And hold you tight and close.
I want to shield you from the world
And keep you safe from all its woes.

But I know that I can’t do that
For you are your own person.
You have to go through your pain
And learn to deal with it, my dear.

So all I can do is be here for you
And offer my love and support.
I will always be here for you
No matter what life throws your way.

I love you more than words can say
And I will always be here for you.
So please know that you are not alone
And that I will always love you.

Being a Mom

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Being a mom is the best job in the world,
But it's also the hardest.
There are days when I feel like I can do anything,
And there are days when I feel like I can't do anything right.

But through it all, there is one thing that never changes:
My love for my children.

They are my reason for living,
And they make me laugh every day.
I am so grateful to be their mom,
And I would do anything for them.

I know that I am not perfect,
But I try my best.
I want to be the best mom that I can be,
And I know that I am learning every day.

I am so lucky to have my children,
And I will cherish every moment with them.
They are my everything.

My Little Baby

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Zelda 
 I sit here looking through old photos, toys, and memories.
I look at you as you grew, and I think,
Where did my baby go?
 
My little girl, so grown up with a mind of her own.
I miss the days of snuggles and rocking you to sleep.
I miss your giggles and your nonsense words.
 
I can’t stop you from growing,
and I can’t stop you from getting hurt,
but mommy will be here no matter what.
 
Loving you and snuggling you,
just like I did when you were my little baby. 
You will always be my little baby girl.

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Nothing is Working

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We all see the posts of Facebook of parents who talk about their perfect kids… Meanwhile my house is a zoo. They are not bad kids. They just helped my neighbor find a lost cat, They helped people shovel out from the snow (not for money, just to help), but sometimes I wonder if what I say matters to them. Of course people only put the positive on social media, but for all those parents out there who wonder why nothing works, you are not alone.

 Nothing is working.
Nothing I say matters.
Nothing is working.
Nothing I say matters.

I pace back and forth outside in the cold.
Back and forth trying to calm myself. 
I know I shouldn’t have shouted, but nothing is working.
My throat hurts and I sit outside thinking of what I could have done better. 

Nothing is working.
Nothing I say matters.
Nothing is working.
Nothing I say matters.

Wondering what I said wrong and why they aren’t listening.
Nothing is working, maybe it's me.
Am I a bad mom?
Why don’t they care about each other, about their grades, about anything?
What is wrong with his generation?

Nothing is working.
Nothing I say matters.
Nothing is working.
Nothing I say matters.

Please Everyone

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I do my best, and it’s never enough.
The words you say may be innocent, but they hurt.
There is not enough time in the day.
To please everyone, so I quit!