I was sure there was a Poetry Friday blogging meme, and there is, but it’s for sharing published poems, not original work. But I wrote this little ditty and had no place for it, so here it is. As parents, we love our children desperately, but sometimes the routine of the day can be trying. I think this captures that feeling of happiness mixed with exasperation.
THE SUN
My children revolve
around me, tiny
planets desperate
for warmth.
My skin, hot
to the touch.
Bacon splatter,
Scalded milk,
I burned
the toast
again.
As a children's book author and mother of two, I'm pushing a stroller along the path to publication. I collect shiny doodads on the journey and share them here. You've found a kidlit treasure box.
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April 29, 2011 at 10:10 am
M. G. King
Loved this! Motherhood is where poetry meets some of the more prosaic moments of our lives, isn’t it?
April 29, 2011 at 10:28 am
Tara
Yes, if motherhood doesn’t make you a poet, I don’t know what does!
April 29, 2011 at 11:13 am
Donna Earnhardt
GREAT POEM! It is sooooo true, too.
I wrote a poem and posted it on my blog this week, too. We must all be in the poetry mood!
April 29, 2011 at 12:20 pm
Christine Marciniak
I loved the poem. And don’t be afraid to share it for Poetry Friday – that is for published and unpublished poems and even to ruminate on a poem. Anything poetry related is fair game.
April 29, 2011 at 1:46 pm
Tara
Thanks, Christine, that’s good to know! Maybe I will participate more regularly.
April 29, 2011 at 2:00 pm
Vasilly
I love this poem. I’m glad you shared it with us.
April 29, 2011 at 10:33 pm
Ishta Mercurio
I think you captured it beautifully.
April 29, 2011 at 11:39 pm
Alyssa
Wonderfully put. Kids sure are orbiting nonstop… it’s when the orbits get too tight around my legs that I get a bit claustrophobic! And some days I feel more like a moon orbiting around THEM.