Motherhood Spayed
In memory of every peanut butter and jelly you swore I would grow sick of, but I never did.
Triangle cuts down to the crust
creature of habit
gobsmacked by trust
cut my teeth on the seeds
kept the crunch too
everything I ever learned
was informed by you
spread yourself thin
made my lunch at the dawn
a mothering hen
sole identity your spawn
and what was your worth
if you worked
so you wived
I question if your motherhood
felt like a half life
now my own kids want packaged
there’s no nourishment to spread
in this age of convenience
stay at home mother role dead
lost to two income necessity
a career I despise
and like you had warned me
my sweet tooth went straight to my thighs
and in some far off factory
where uncrustables are made
I wonder if technology
is new motherhood spayed
what I wouldn’t give
for just one more pb and j
to get back the moments
where you told me stories for play
you created a writer
and a fiend for sticky messes
trying to do every task right
in hand me down dresses
was it easier then
or is it easier now
to meditate on smuckers
lost to time eternal
like that kiss to my brow
About the Creator
Cali Loria
Over punctuating, under delivering.
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