The journey was
Not always what I
Thought it would be-
Rocking chairs
And lullabies
Bike rides and
Skinned knees
Tiny pieces of
A bigger picture
An incomplete map
Unfolding one
Step at a time-
The middle leg
Of the journey
Was much harder
A trusty compass
Guided through
Growing pains
Broken hearts
Moving, marriage
Letting go while
Pushing forward-
Current stopover
Mixes deep joy
With sadness
Yet, comfort is
Found in knowing
The sweet souls
Entrusted to me
Had safe passage
Along this path of
Discovering what it
Means to be a mom
Oh, so beautiful! Thank you for the inspiration this morning :-).
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You’re welcome! Thank you for reading and reflecting. 😊
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When you bring a tear to the eye of the reader you know you’re on the right path! Thanks Kelley
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Thank you! ❤️
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Moms do an incredible job, and their task this year has been stretched beyond normal requirements…(Oh, its was wonderful to see you at Ali’s meeting)…
Women
After I had left the hem
Without women
I could not have survived, my time
I would not have braved, the climb
Ladies you are my rhyme
My mothers of thyme
Helping me roll away the stone
Maintaining these old bones
Repairing the bridges, I’ve burnt
Reciting the messages, I’ve learnt
Cheering from the sidelines
Supporting these broken designs
Women for rhymes
Mothers for a lifetime
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Thank you, Ivor. And yes, it was wonderful to connect. 😊
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