Least Read Poems About Motherhood

In eighth grade, she nailed on a pink shirt, a pale pastel    
and felt exposed to the future. It had been years pulling it out        
of the drain. She tied off a knit around the mess       
borrowed from her mother’s narnia. The wrapping and knot        
with limp arms like a lioness carrying her cub. Her idol        
graduated and visited, opened her flannel podshell:        
“Look at these things!” Unripe cheeks, a glance        
at the eyes in the plank, at slivers and cracks.        
She felt as if I could pass through them, in the...

My life was once perfect, a dream come true,  
Wrapped in warmth, like morning light breaking through.  
But then came CPS, like a storm in the night,  
Unleashing a tempest, dimming my light.  

Demolishing the haven where memories grew,  
Tearing through my soul, leaving shadows askew.  
Half dead with despair, a heart in disarray,  
Each piece of my laughter, now drifting away.  

The smiles that once danced in the corners of rooms,  
Have faded to whispers, choked by the gloom.  
No more laughter, no more joy, just...

I know you wonder.
I know you ask, in whispers or in silence,
"Why did Mama leave?"
"Why couldn’t she take us too?"
Let me tell you, my loves...I never left you.
I just had to find a way to live.
Seventeen years, I fought.
Fought for love, for family, for a home
that no longer held me.
The walls got too tight,
the air too thin,
and if I stayed, I would have disappeared.
And what good is a mother who is only a shadow?
I left you with him...not because I wanted to,
but because I had to trust the man ...

She sat there under a rooted lofty tree.. Shading branches and fanning leaves kept her company... The hissing of silence and the reigning of solitude driving her cold at home. She took a step out to let vanish the void that filled her chest. She brooded over herself the one of the past leafing through her memories... "That's the apple of my eye.. The lifeblood of my heart!.." She came to taste beauty.. To touch the very core of delight when He was brought to her life. Burning all the candles of her youth at both sides, extremely weary but profoundly contented. The echoes of giggles...