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On motherhood

I built a house seldom heard and seldom seen Out of branches of wicker, long and tough. Flexible and strong, my back bends forward towards the future Tying knots, holding fast together the seams. Sometimes after a rainstorm, my windows are too dirty to see the bowed peach tree laden and full, touching the ground. I see the garish new gate, water reflecting off the new paint and open my lips in an O to question without sound. Who stands in the space between the two doors? The garden between the house and the gate is in bloom, full and lush I give birth to my two girls, in the toil of the soil and sun. Closing in on thirty, fast approaching aged youthful blush. I stood outside the window looking in, my reflection apparent and transparent: a multiplicity of three. In sacred space, they grow and thrive, aside the outside. Their curls golden and bright, reflecting off the door at night.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013




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Date: 12/7/2013 7:54:00 PM
Daisy, you do poetry with flying colors. I Really love your work. On Motherhood is marvelous! In Admiration, Chuck
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Date: 11/29/2013 7:18:00 PM
Daisy I can relate to this poem so dearly. My little ones are not little anymore, but they will always be my babies, no matter what age they get. Your words describe what a mom goes through to take care of her children. Nice job
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Date: 11/26/2013 12:08:00 PM
Daisy your poem is beautiful... Delicately describes the loving power one endures through motherhood. I'm due this coming December. My second child. I was a little nervous. Thank you for reminding me how it is to stand outside looking in. LOVE SKAT
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Daisy Goodman
Date: 11/28/2013 5:19:00 AM
I'm thrilled you can connect to this during your pregnancy. Many wishes for a healthy and happy baby! I also have 2 little girls, 2 and 3 years old! They are 11 months apart in age!
Date: 11/25/2013 8:13:00 PM
Wow...this is powerful and from the heart dear poet...really enjoyed this touching poem...and welcome to soup....
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Daisy Goodman
Date: 11/25/2013 8:27:00 PM
thank you!
Date: 11/25/2013 5:10:00 PM
creative and wonderful poem
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Daisy Goodman
Date: 11/25/2013 5:12:00 PM
Oops, that comment was for the previous poster. But I do appreciate your encouragement. Thanks! :) Hard to describe becoming a mother in terms that are not trite and overused.
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Daisy Goodman
Date: 11/25/2013 5:10:00 PM
Thank you for your suggestions. The corrections do help to more clearly express what I want to say. To substitute 'stained' for 'dirty' implies that the condition is only temporary, and cyclic. Thanks again.