Dear Readers!
Here are a few brief poems composed largely - and with one hand - in the midst of mothering. They come from a mixture of experience, hearsay, and conjecture about what it's like to have a wee little lass or lad in the family. I hope that you will enjoy them!
Blessings.
New Parenthood: A Haiku on Falling Sta
nd
a
rds.
First child: sterilize!
Second: just soap is enough.
Third: did you lick it?
Chores and How Not To Do Them
Washing white laundry;
Finally - it’s dry! Baby
Spits up carrots. Sigh.
Fifth Commandment
Baby is sleeping;
Stranger slams his car doors.
Try not to throw things.
Peace
Watching baby sleep;
Who knew perfection was so
Little and fuzzy?
Inevitable
New, beautiful child:
Only cries out and spits up
In church and the store.
Birth
First moment is here:
Look at those eyes! Depthless and
Eager to love you.
Growing
New mother cries out,
“I can’t do this!” Then baby
Smiles; she wants ten more.
Better Than A Raise
So tired and fighting
To nurse; baby snuggles close -
May all time be this!
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