toniscales
Lost Girl
Lost Girl
Poem Published
12th Dec 2024 11:31am
12th Dec 2024 11:31am
Redemption
My 26 year-old daughter has bought
a Christmas tree. She stands
at the stove, stirring sausage
and parmesan cheese into scrambled eggs.
It’s that time of the month when food
is scarce, but my daughter
has a knack for making meals
out of sparse ingredients.
I sit with my 3 month-old granddaughter
who rests in her swing.
We play pat-a-cake, then I roll her legs
like the wheels of a choo-choo train.
My daughter comes
to sit next to us at the table,
a jigsaw puzzle spread out
upon its surface. ...
a Christmas tree. She stands
at the stove, stirring sausage
and parmesan cheese into scrambled eggs.
It’s that time of the month when food
is scarce, but my daughter
has a knack for making meals
out of sparse ingredients.
I sit with my 3 month-old granddaughter
who rests in her swing.
We play pat-a-cake, then I roll her legs
like the wheels of a choo-choo train.
My daughter comes
to sit next to us at the table,
a jigsaw puzzle spread out
upon its surface. ...
#family
#love
#motherhood
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backdeckbenny
Poem Published
26th Nov 2024 10:03am
26th Nov 2024 10:03am
Kids
Our ancient wooden coffee table has bite marks on every edge.I never saw the little buggers doing it, but they did.
The carpet, expensive all those years ago,is now worn and stained in many places.I never saw the little buggers doing it, but they did.
The walls and doors
have all got dings in them from someone.I never saw the little buggers doing it, but they did.
Now the home is empty and every piece of it tells a story.
I never saw the little buggers leave, but they did.
The carpet, expensive all those years ago,is now worn and stained in many places.I never saw the little buggers doing it, but they did.
The walls and doors
have all got dings in them from someone.I never saw the little buggers doing it, but they did.
Now the home is empty and every piece of it tells a story.
I never saw the little buggers leave, but they did.
#aging
#fatherhood
#marriage
#motherhood
#nostalgia
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cantocinque
Poem Published
17th Nov 2024 6:46pm
17th Nov 2024 6:46pm
Iris Eileen
young lark delights
over prairie fields
soaring high for
the golden light
grown lark caged within
cities of care
calling out for
expansive lands
released lark
ascending
finding home
in spirit’s hands
over prairie fields
soaring high for
the golden light
grown lark caged within
cities of care
calling out for
expansive lands
released lark
ascending
finding home
in spirit’s hands
#childhood
#death
#motherhood
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a_methyste
hlightdroid
hlightdroid
Poem Published
24th Oct 2024 7:49pm
24th Oct 2024 7:49pm
Little Hermes
My little Hermes
With that belly full of milk
Like little lions
When they drink from their mom
Let me touch it a bit
Please.
With that belly full of milk
Like little lions
When they drink from their mom
Let me touch it a bit
Please.
#children
#motherhood
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4 Comments
Adelphina
Poem Published
6th Aug 2024 00:24am
6th Aug 2024 00:24am
Within My Sight
They say eyes are the
windows of the soul
and for me it's fitting
since I have two
I've shared its
luminous spark
twice with my sons
Shared my breath
until they were
strong enough
to do it on their own
months later
in the middle of the night
Where the fear
was so bright I
couldn't open my eyes
until the first sound
of blood and cut
umbilical cords
And since then
they are always
Within My Sight
My oldest
so like his mother
the constant dreamer ...
windows of the soul
and for me it's fitting
since I have two
I've shared its
luminous spark
twice with my sons
Shared my breath
until they were
strong enough
to do it on their own
months later
in the middle of the night
Where the fear
was so bright I
couldn't open my eyes
until the first sound
of blood and cut
umbilical cords
And since then
they are always
Within My Sight
My oldest
so like his mother
the constant dreamer ...
#children
#motherhood
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toniscales
Lost Girl
Lost Girl
Poem Published
19th Jul 2024 7:29am
19th Jul 2024 7:29am
Cooking with My Daughter
I didn't want to say
how times have changed.
I knew you'd roll your eyes
at that.
But I was happy
just to bask in your presence
while you feverishly texted your fiance
and turned up the volume
on Gordon Ramsay.
I carefully washed each celery stalk,
trying to dice each piece
symmetrical to the other,
taking my time to stare
out the window
at wind ruffling the trees
while you laughed
and threw vegetables
into the pot with gusto,
saying how slow I was.
Though I...
how times have changed.
I knew you'd roll your eyes
at that.
But I was happy
just to bask in your presence
while you feverishly texted your fiance
and turned up the volume
on Gordon Ramsay.
I carefully washed each celery stalk,
trying to dice each piece
symmetrical to the other,
taking my time to stare
out the window
at wind ruffling the trees
while you laughed
and threw vegetables
into the pot with gusto,
saying how slow I was.
Though I...
#daughter
#love
#motherhood
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MYSTERIOUS_GIRL
Lizzy_3164
Lizzy_3164
Poem Published
9th Jul 2024 7:24am
9th Jul 2024 7:24am
Angel of My Tears
How do you love a person
who never got to be,
or try to envision a face
you never got to see?
How do you mourn the death of one
who never got to live.
When there’s nothing to feel good about
and nothing to forgive?
I love you, my little baby,
my companion of the night.
Wandering through my lonely hours,
beautiful and bright.
What does it mean to die before
you ever were born,
to live the lovely night of life
and never see the dawn?
Ah! My little baby,
you lived like anyone!
Life’s...
who never got to be,
or try to envision a face
you never got to see?
How do you mourn the death of one
who never got to live.
When there’s nothing to feel good about
and nothing to forgive?
I love you, my little baby,
my companion of the night.
Wandering through my lonely hours,
beautiful and bright.
What does it mean to die before
you ever were born,
to live the lovely night of life
and never see the dawn?
Ah! My little baby,
you lived like anyone!
Life’s...
#grief
#motherhood
#sadness
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MYSTERIOUS_GIRL
Lizzy_3164
Lizzy_3164
Poem Published
9th Jul 2024 7:19am
9th Jul 2024 7:19am
My Child Did Exist
I've lost a child, I hear myself say, And the person I'm talking to just turns away. Now, why did I tell them, I don't understand. It wasn't for sympathy or to get a helping hand.
I just want them to know I've lost something dear. I want them to know that my child was here. My child left something behind which no one can see. My child made just one person into a family.
So, if I've upset you, I'm sorry as can be. You'll have to forgive me, I could not resist. I just want you to know that my child did exist.
I just want them to know I've lost something dear. I want them to know that my child was here. My child left something behind which no one can see. My child made just one person into a family.
So, if I've upset you, I'm sorry as can be. You'll have to forgive me, I could not resist. I just want you to know that my child did exist.
#grief
#motherhood
#sadness
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UnleashedHeathen
Poem Published
18th Jun 2024 8:39am
18th Jun 2024 8:39am
Mother
Becoming a mother saves me
I love my mother more
for the sacrifices she made
and the neglect she endured
I’m happy to be at the giving end
my children have a mother
and grandmother
with broken chains, healing scars
I’ve longed for the days
of giving back the kind of love
I never fully felt
I love my mother more
for the sacrifices she made
and the neglect she endured
I’m happy to be at the giving end
my children have a mother
and grandmother
with broken chains, healing scars
I’ve longed for the days
of giving back the kind of love
I never fully felt
#daughter
#mother
#motherhood
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Nixprty
Poem Published
20th May 2024 5:35pm
20th May 2024 5:35pm
Ask Mother
Ask Mother;
Can we bask in the rolling meadows,
swim in the sea of blue skies?
Only until dark.
Ask Mother.
Can we dance to the symphony of sounds just out past the trees,
singing its sweet promise of tomorrow.
Only for a moment.
Ask Mother.
We found her sitting beside the stream,
she weeps at her own reflection.
'Can we go back inside?' We ask.
She responds in a voice so faint,
It's like she didn't want us to hear;
'Ask Mother.'
Can we bask in the rolling meadows,
swim in the sea of blue skies?
Only until dark.
Ask Mother.
Can we dance to the symphony of sounds just out past the trees,
singing its sweet promise of tomorrow.
Only for a moment.
Ask Mother.
We found her sitting beside the stream,
she weeps at her own reflection.
'Can we go back inside?' We ask.
She responds in a voice so faint,
It's like she didn't want us to hear;
'Ask Mother.'
#motherhood
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WillowsWhimsies
Poem Published
8th Mar 2024 3:53pm
8th Mar 2024 3:53pm
value of intentions
I don't know whether to feel proud of myself
...or ashamed
I worked so hard all those years
masking to hide my pain
protecting her from the knowledge
so perfectly she never suspected
and now that it's come to the surface
she's asking me tough questions
and I can see the hurt in her eyes
that I suffered & kept it so quiet
but it was imperative to me she live her life unaffected
as normal as could be expected
never thinking how moods & occasional withdrawing might affect her
it was just the 2 of us for so much of her...
...or ashamed
I worked so hard all those years
masking to hide my pain
protecting her from the knowledge
so perfectly she never suspected
and now that it's come to the surface
she's asking me tough questions
and I can see the hurt in her eyes
that I suffered & kept it so quiet
but it was imperative to me she live her life unaffected
as normal as could be expected
never thinking how moods & occasional withdrawing might affect her
it was just the 2 of us for so much of her...
#motherhood
#confessional
#daughter #SelfWorth
#daughter #SelfWorth
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WillowsWhimsies
Poem Published
20th Feb 2024 4:33pm
20th Feb 2024 4:33pm
rearview reflections
funny how sometimes I look back at events in my life
it's like watching a movie on the big screen
thinking...shit...that was really me
it shouldn't be so surprising...
I was there...but was I really...
I guess that's up for debate
at the time I was so focused on survival
didn't occur to think of it as traumatic
flashes of the past blasting into my conscious
who even knows what caused it
standing in the parking lot of an old wig shop
a location chosen because it was so ridiculously random
suitcase at my feet & 4 year old...
it's like watching a movie on the big screen
thinking...shit...that was really me
it shouldn't be so surprising...
I was there...but was I really...
I guess that's up for debate
at the time I was so focused on survival
didn't occur to think of it as traumatic
flashes of the past blasting into my conscious
who even knows what caused it
standing in the parking lot of an old wig shop
a location chosen because it was so ridiculously random
suitcase at my feet & 4 year old...
#motherhood
#LifeStruggles
#confessional #memories
#confessional #memories
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