Motherhood
Feel
free to get a new glass
for
every drink of water and leave it
half
full in the room you left
with
the lights on
By
all means, leave your dirty socks
in
the middle of the floor
and
your shoes in the kitchen
where
the dishes remain untouched
I’d
be happy to wash those jeans
six
times when you’ve only worn them once
because
you leave them on the floor
to
be wrinkled and stomped upon
Please,
let me cook four different meals
because
no one can agree
on
the same thing
then
leave it untouched on your plate
It’s
no trouble, being your mother
day
in and day out, morning to night
I
want to kiss that face and then scream
into
a pillow at the top of my lungs.
Jennifer
Criss graduated from Ball State University with a minor in Creative Writing, a
lifelong passion. She is currently collaborating on an anthology for
older adults and helps lead a writing support group. Jennifer writes mostly
short stories but has discovered a love for writing poetry. Her poetry
has been published in Poebita Magazine.
She now works at Ball State, is a busy mother of two girls and her pen keeps
moving. She is an editorial assistant with Indiana
Voice Journal.
Such a series of accurate descriptions...
ReplyDeleteMotherhood is truly a labor of love.
Wow!
ReplyDeleteLove this poem! It speaks truth in such a kind way!
ReplyDeleteHello Jennifer. I am not sure if you are new to Whispers or not, but if so, welcome. I enjoyed your poem, "Motherhood." It is a passionate write, celebrating the joys and pains of motherhood (parenthood). Very nicely done. Thank you for sharing and continued blessings!
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