Motherhood is Ugly
I woke up this morning with my hair in knots.
Lines on my belly mapping where you had been.
Dishes in the sink glared at me as I walked by.
The stove harboring remnants of last nights dinner.
Laundry remained unfolded in the hall.
The washer crying as I added another load.
Motherhood is ugly...
But today you smiled at me.
Copyright © Kayleen Ashwood | Year Posted 2025
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