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Petals
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Motherhood
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Grandmother
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Old wives
A woman’s work is never done Or so the story goes Always one more thing to do Before her eyes can close With work, home, and everything It never seems to stop Just when you climb one mountain You can see another top Sometimes I’d like to float away On a raft, alone, in the…
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They’re baaaaaack
The sound of sobs Wakes me again Without a doubt Signifying my old friend They come any hour Of day or night Caring very little If they’re a welcome sight Bringing sore eyes A cough, headache, and groan Why can’t they just Leave us all alone? I’ve told them before, I’ll tell them again With…
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Vortex
It swirls In eddies Gentle, At first But as I watch The power Pulls me under Darkness all around A swirling, Churning Vortex Allowing no escape A scream bubbles up Soundless, Unheard Stuck Between Scylla And Charybdis Underneath the waters I yearn To touch the sun
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Young love
So it happened, although earlier, and not the child I expected it to happen with. Recently I was driving the children to school and happened to see a note my middle diva hadn’t put inside her bag. I picked it up, curious, and felt my heart lurch as she expressed her feelings toward a boy,…
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March 11th Monday Musings
Another Monday morning. The sky is shot with pink and purple as I drop the kids off. Another weekend down, although this one at a more sedate pace. Fuelled by exhaustion and the youngest child vomiting, none of us felt much up for anything. But now as I drive to work, I realize I’m more…
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Project 333 and Me
I think I’m going to do this. I’ve been looking at my house the way a mama cat looks at her young over the last two months- ready to pounce and clean the crap out of it, whether they want it or not. Part of this is my latest fascination with minimalism. An old idea…