MotherhardA Poem by Malise HaligreeIt's hard to survive motherhood.
Sand tumbles through the glass
A testament of her will Each task before her uses grains And after sleep refills. But, what if she is tired? And the sand is not enough? Slips between her fingers. Sometimes the days are tough. A grain here for a cup of milk Two more for cleaning spills Fifteen for cooking dinner Which tests her many skills. More for all the moments When she is badly needed But what to do when sand runs out? Thier cries can't go unheeded. She exists, an empty glass Just waiting for refilling Some nights sleep eludes her (But kids are so fulfilling!) She knows it will be worth it In the end when all is well But she's the one who birthed it And invited this carousel.
© 2019 Malise HaligreeAuthor's Note
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