Our RGVMB contributor Jenn shares some great poetry with us for National Poetry Month, inspired by her motherhood journey!
An image on a sonogram — tears leave your vision blurred,
With its beating heart and open little mouth, it looks like a bird.
Everything feels the same
Everything has changed
Eating cereal at midnight — your tummy’s growls mean
the child inside you is demanding already, even before he has been seen.
Pickles and Ice cream
Ham and chocolate
A constant tug at your breast throughout the night
As your newborn frenzily feeds, clamping down tight.
Sleepiness and fog
Aching back and cricked neck
Eyes snap closed as the baby food flies in your face,
Drool and mashed peas mimic confetti festooning the place.
Sticky hair and dampened shirt
Gnashing gums and flying fists
Pizza delivery means your meal is primarily just the crust,
Joke’s on you, kid – this crust’s stuffed!
Mommy, the bad guys ate my nuggets.
Mommy, brother is getting on my side of the table.
Chasing them down at bedtime, tucking the covers in tight,
Kissing tear-stained faces, sleepiness winning the fight.
Momma, I’m not sleepy.
Momma, I don’t want to go to bed.
Sitting next to them at the table, their hands itch to grab their cell,
Trying to help as much as you can, but you still don’t know math so well.
Mom, I’m graduating early.
Mom, I’m going away to school.
Everything feels the same
Everything has changed
Staring at an empty room, the memories dampen my eyes
The baby bird has left the nest, you’ve seen to it that now he flies.
