Heartache

The gray textured mountain ranges and ravines, of our Sunday morning bedspread, envelop my sick toddler.   She whimpers in her light sleep, her binky quietly chirping, as she suckles it.   My pajama top is clutched, in her pudgy little hand, to ensure that I must remain at her side.   In the kitchen,...

Sleepless

I rock, I talk I sway, I pray I spin, I grin I wait, I meditate. I caress, I assess I sing, I swing I bless, I stress I nurse, I coerce. I dance, I prance I breathe, I seethe I bounce, I flounce I blunder, I thunder, “WILL THIS BABY EVER FALL ASLEEP?!”

Am I a Checklist?

I just read an incredible blog entry which moved me to my core this morning.  Suddenly my chaotic week of emotional pitfalls dissipated and I realized I was resisting the challenges that have been handed to me.  I re-read my own advice in the poem Currents and recognized that I have strayed from my own beliefs. I have allowed...