A Mother’s Dreams

Your dreams do not predict the future,
Be relieved they process the past
So you can function this morning.
Your fear still burns
The sweet blood in your veins,
It contaminates your heart.

Snippet

What goes inside the mind of a mother who sees the snapshot of her unborn baby for the first time. It’s an overwhelming and indescribable feeling. 

I got a snippet, a sneak preview 

a short glance at you

in the snapshot they took

floating away in the warm embrace of my body

sleeping in the deepness of my soul

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Priorities

One night I dreamt a dream that made me fear:
My children old were grown, and I, near dead.
I yearned to see them once more gather near,
But they refused to come around my bed.

Reminiscing over Family Portraits

Gazing at the portraits on the wall, I see my children, husband, and myself—
Each one matched in clothes and countenance and looking right, as if we all belong.

Mama

Help! I don’t know who I am.
Only yesterday I had an identity, a vocation.
My whole world was changed by one small cry following a lot of pain.

In Utero

I know a little lady
Who lives in a very little house.
She sleeps a lot, but when she’s awake,
She moves about, kicking the walls.

The Dipping Bough (An Autumn Poem)

She has hung onto her children, cradled and loved them.

The wind sometimes whipped them, and the rain beat them down,
but by the strength of her arm, and the tenderness of her fingers,
so she has kept them secure and well fed.

Never ‘Just a Mum’

You wake up constantly through the night

To each and every cry

You soothe, you feed, you  keep them clean

Then croon a lullaby

Mother Mild

Especially for All the Mothers Today, whether you are a Mother of a child, or a Mother of a Beloved Pet, You are Treasured!
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Listen, Dear, to my Sweetest Words,
And I Shall Cherish Your Every Giggle!

Hold my Hand, oh my Sweetest Child,

~ Motherhood ~

~ Motherhood ~

Unbridled joy echo
Wee hours of tenderness
New born baby cries

O’Prunty
1/17/15

Well of Despair

By Wendy Norman

Have you felt the pull of darkness, uttered a sigh of indifference to the world

Detached yourself from society with a blink of  gauze covered eyes

Uttered hard profanities to no one but yourself

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Maiden fair
Bearing the burden of two
As one,
A delicate angel
Neither fallen or sainted,