A Poem on Motherhood – “I Do Mom Things”

Mom-Things

The other day, just after I seasoned my chicken wings for stew, a poem popped out of nowhere and landed in my thoughts.

The words flooded my emptiness so fast I had to put down my glass of red wine and grab a pen from the kitchen drawer. I ripped two sheets of paper from one of my daughter’s marble writing books and set out to bring this poem from the nowhere into the here.

I couldn’t keep up with the words scrambling for the paper, but I didn’t want to lose them so I scribbled as fast as I could.

This poem feels real, tangible, and special to me because it expresses my thoughts of motherhood so plainly. Almost too plainly, but nonetheless, it is powerful to me. As with most of my poems they flow out after I think of the first line or title, and this one was no different. I edited the end a little, but for the most part there wasn’t much scratching out or rewriting. I didn’t change anything while transposing the poem from the paper to the computer screen.

Writing about motherhood seems to be threading its way throughout a lot of my poetry these days. It comforts me to combine my love of writing with my love of being a mother. Being a mother and an artist is tantamount to my self-expression these days. I no longer make excuses. I find challenges easy to overcome because I have fallen in love with the different aspects of my personality. I’m not always a confident person or even an artist for that matter, but I know that poetry, and poems like this one in particular, stir things in me that can only be considered a shaking up of the soul.

I was a little overcome with emotion as I read this poem out loud and I can’t really explain why! The tears welled up in my eyes and settled there without falling. This poem will be one of those poems that I will remember where I was when I wrote it. It will be one of those poems that remind me that I was at a huge turning point in my life.

There are times when I feel like a poem is stirring, but today wasn’t one of those days so I am a little surprised that I gave birth to this one. I wasn’t thinking of writing. I wasn’t in a particularly creative mood, but unbeknownst to me, this was a day to write this special poem. An ode to being a mother. An ode to my beautiful little girl. I am grateful for the simplest things in life because they sometimes reveal what is begging to come through from the distant somewhere. I am grateful to the art of writing and the gift of being a poet today. This poem is who I am and represents the place where my trees touch the sky!

“I DO MOM THINGS”

I give baths
and comb hair
I clip finger nails
and give kisses over eyelids
I DO MOM THINGS
I play with dolls
and drink her emotions when she cries
I hold her hand
and watch kid movies
I warm milk
and ride bikes
I volunteer at school
I DO MOM THINGS
I tuck her into bed
and listen to her stories of the day
I wake just before she does in the middle of the night
every single time
I watch her adjust to different things
and watch her elegantly embrace change
I tell her how proud I am of her
every day
I DO MOM THINGS
I wash hair
and teach her to read
I am learning
I pick her up from school
and inhale her smile
I cook dinner
and paint pictures with Crayola paint
I clean up messes
and give big, fat, warm, hugs
I DO MOM THINGS
I LOVE THOSE BEAUTIFUL MOM THINGS
BECAUSE THOSE BEAUTIFUL MOM THINGS
ARE MINE

(c)kgr2011

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