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Poetics of Motherhood

May 8, 2009

img_4483Because I am a mother and it is such a part of all that I do, I wanted to share a poem that was inspired by the moments of motherhood.  This poem is a collaboration between myself and my friend Dawn, but is mostly hers.  Neither of us claim to be poets.  This is not a sweetened image of motherhood so if you are looking for Hallmark, go no further.  It is however a little slice of reality.  And even unsweetened, we love being mothers.  Even when it overwhelms us.

Happy Mother’s Day!  Enjoy your weekends.

afternoon: duty looms

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drive-me (madison)-to-the-store-
and-the
-bday-party-
and-the
-pick-me (jackson)-up-
and-the
-make-me (claire, jackson, patrick)-dinner-
and-the
-snuggle-with-me (all)-
and-the
-read-to-me (jackson)-
and-the-
and-the-
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-hour
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2 Comments leave one →
  1. Ana Blake permalink
    May 8, 2009 11:27 am

    I wrote this in 2002. Your poem reminded me.
    On Saturday the kids decided to get flowers for me so they went all around the house picking yellow dandelions, only our yard hardly has any because Rodney already put down the weed killer. Once they had picked every flower they could find in our yard they ran down the street a few houses to someone else’s yard and started picking their dandelions. (Apparently these people had NOT put down weed killer because their yard was FULL of little yellow flowers.) The kids were very excited about it–then Rodney caught them. He gave them a lecture about how it isn’t right to go picking flowers out of other people’s yards (yes they were weeds but it’s the principle that counts . . .) Anyway, they were lamenting the fact that they didn’t have enough flowers to give me when Jacob suddenly got the bright (and very excited) idea to pick grass for me. Rodney said they were so enthusiastically yanking up pieces of our lawn that he didn’t have the heart to tell them to stop. So instead of long stemmed roses for Mother’s Day, I got five cups full of water and grass clippings. It was beautiful. I put them on the table for dinner that day. I love being a mother.

  2. jessbcuz permalink*
    May 8, 2009 2:28 pm

    Oh! that is a wonderful story. I love it. That just about captures the wonderful randomness and energy behind motherhood. Enjoy your special day this weekend.

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