The Not So Good Days of Motherhood
It ain't all sunshine and lollipops
Motherhood is wonderful. Motherhood is hard. Single motherhood is twice all of that. Writing kept me sane.
The Crossing
The squeal of tires,
the scream, the thud,
the hot, sweet odor
of burning rubber.
I see and hear and smell
the last, lingering moments
of a life too short.
Only
it never happened.
You looked both ways,
bright, cherubic smile
swiveling
on a fragile neck,
my own tensed,
jugular throbbing
with worry.
Light feet skipping
across the pavement,
dancing in glee
on the other side.
You turned and waved
and I remembered
to breathe.
A Bad Mother Day
Red is for roses,
blue as in bluejay,
I am having
a bad hair day.
No fair!
My turn!
Work it out,
I say.
Broken glass, spilled juice.
Where is my lipstick?
I've had it,
I say.
One more story,
one more song.
I want to go
far away.
Cookie Monster
counts one-two-three.
I am having
a bad mother day.
About the Creator
Maria Shimizu Christensen
Writer living my dreams by day and dreaming up new ones by night
Also, History Major, Senior Accountant, Geek, Fan of cocktails and camping
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