Bless you, Moms everywhere! This day slows downs, steps aside from the rush and the hurry, and celebrates moms everywhere! You are the backbone of our worlds! I’ve never been a mom, but I marvel at how you do it all: the laundry, the meals, the housecleaning and the job! It’s beyond my comprehension!
So, I want to salute my dear mom once more! I never tire of writing about her. I remember her perky personality and giggles that often caused me to giggle. Then a chain reaction of laughter filled the room. As I wrote this, I pondered her as a young mother, the mother I don’t remember!
How Did You Manage?
How did you manage?
My heart beat next to yours
For nine months.
I felt what you felt
Your loves and fears
Ate what you ate
Spicy food often
Loved what you loved
Dancing, dancing and Dad!
My world was you!
I always knew you wanted me!
Never a doubt!
You didn’t know I was a girl
The daughter that would complete
your family!
Quickly everything changed
For me!
My comfortable world
Of warm
Fluid
And you!
My birth came
You square danced the night
Before I was born!
Doing what you and Dad loved!
Did you feel any pain
When Dad twirled you that night?
Did your big belly bounce
To the beat of the music?
Is this why I love to dance?
Was my birth hard?
You never spoke of the pain
Only the glory!
You welcomed me into your family
A dad who cherished me,
A brother, thirteen months older than me
A baby himself
Three half-siblings who saw me
As the spoiled baby!
A young mother of twenty-five,
I wonder how you managed,
Me, a new born
My brother, so close to my age!
Really two babies!
How did you manage?
Did you have many sleepless nights?
Did you have arms aching from holding
Two sleeping babies?
Did the mounting heap of diapers
Seem to never end?
You never spoke of the responsibility,
Only the glory!
You managed
Like all mothers do!
You did what you had to do,
Washed diapers,
Filled bottles with milk.
You marveled at my
Small fingers wrapped
Around yours!
And you loved
Every minute!
Yes, you managed!
You managed well!
Writing poetry always puts me in another dimension in thinking about a familiar topic. I thought I had written everything there was to say. I have written several poems about mom, an entire book about losing her, yet here, in a fresh moment, these words came.
Finally,
Happy Mother’s Day, Moms—how do you manage it all? You just do it and love every minute.
Celebrate your mom today and remember her on this special day!
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