Milestones met
at the start of the sun,
give it two years,
the daily will be done,
and then
what?
Tag Archives: motherhood
Fire & Brimstone
Sat at work today thinking on yesterday morning’s worship and it had me giggling all over again.
The She in Me
Being Mommy today
I feel my soul opening
Flying free
A day full of smells and
Happy.
Maybe Not Goodbye
The last few weeks have had me considering the idea of closing my site down.
Wondering if maybe its time to move on and away from poetry.
Experience
It’s petals laying crossways,
My grandmother always said,
Notice their ruffled beauty,
Across the body, throughout her head.
The heart will lead us,
Paths rarely fond easy, and
With moments of dread.
However, trust
You’ll make it through,
The alternative is dead.
Please, Mamma
good morning, my loves
little moments I adore
chocolate chip muffins
*Early morning practices require something special on a Friday. Last minute “please, Mamma requests” are my favorite to complete, no matter how old they get. Their smiles are worth baking before sunrise.
Confidante
Sometimes
When I’m outside,
Away
From who sleeps
Inside,
Night air, comforting,
I escape myself
Duties, responsibilities,
What keeps me
Level. Grounded.
Motherhood
Morning nourishment
Blueberry sweetness secure
What matters the most
***
Hustle of giggles
Cold toes kick up snowy hills
Whatever will be
***
Always a mom first
Stop growing up so quickly
My first name, Audrey
*** (Not my child, or photo, so if it’s yours all credit goes to you, of course.)
Reflective
Content in myself
Watching those thrive around me
Joy of fulfillment
My Friend
When I recieve a Hail Mary text from a dear friend who is in need of a poem I do my best to deliver. Girl, sit back after the children have been tucked in and listen to me. Motherhood never promised to be easy. No point in asking for a refund. Lean on your friends, Ladies. Hugs!
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Great Grandma Elsie
At the end of the day a brown mending basket and sewing kit sit next to the bed,
Buttons to sew and seams to stitch all in a neat pile, please fix this, they said.
When did Grandma Elsie’s patching duties submit themselves to Audrey?
Choosing to blink, now dreaming of ingredients to couple with yeast.
Yes, its possible, a modern woman working the flour, is it only me?
Will recipes materialize, should be better than the garbage we eat.
Slow progression to Great Grandma Elsie’s bakery, it seems.
I look in the mirror at this red curly, crazy hair.
I can’t help but see her familiar stare.
Who the heck is this person I see,
When did I
become
Elsie?
Tubas & Sisters
This morning, bright and early and before school, I hear my son playing his tuba. I giggle because it’s a tuba and it’s loud. I stop to wonder if anyone can hear it oom-pa pa, oom-pa paing along.
Just last night my daughter was caught saying, “Why does it have to be the biggest instrument? He has to play that thing…”
She said this to herself as she walked by the tuba which was sitting in one of the living room chairs. I think she probably rolled her eyes as she prepared her bag for early morning choir.
Now I sit here contentedly preparing for my day and I giggle. I have a daughter rolling her eyes in exasperation and a son, who enjoys an early morning tuba session. Both caught up in being very authentic, I’m thrilled to have been a spectator for both events.
Oom-pa Oom-pa Oom-pa…I have a post to do. Happy Thursday! I’m off today!! Watch out WordPress. I have something brewing…and it isn’t just coffee.
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 