To Be A Mom

I've been through dolls and matchbox cars- a precious girl, a sporting boy, and sleepovers a thousand times; I called it stress - they jumped for joy. At first a bike and then a car; for each I wore my worry cap- the wondering and letting go... if only I'd have had a map. Her marriage here, his marriage there- a budding teen, one on the way. It's funny how the world goes 'round- how memories are made each day. It's all awash, but yet it's not, for now we have a frisky pom reminding me of little ones and what it's like to be a Mom.

The Children's Room, Fritz Uhde Die Kinderstube, 1889, Public Domain

~ Courtesy Lucia ~

  

Lucia Haase writes poetry as a direct result of a spiritual experience that happened 20 years ago.  

She writes in normal verse and free verse.