Responsibility....

This is a poem I wrote awhile back. I was feeling like we needed a break from the fast pace of everyday life and was longing for relaxed summer months. This doesn't seem as fitting now that we have been enjoying the laid-back schedule of later bedtimes and sleeping in (if 8:30 counts as sleeping in), but it's certainly a reminder of why lazy summers are so important.

Responsibility; like a five-ton bag of bricks

 

 Hits you over the head

 

Sneaking up like mist on a lake on a cool night

 

Slowly adding up

 

Accumulating until you can hardly look out

 

From between the mass of to-do's

 

and the dont's

 

From the must's and the should's

 

From the demands and the needs

 

Until you can hardly breathe

 

Suffocating amidst the rules and the expectations

 

And discover a way to just let us be

 

To love and to laugh

 

and to finally

 

BE FREE!

Fine Art

Stretch marks - shallow grooves upon my flesh;
body image - different version of myself;
strong, capable, complete.

Balancing worlds - lives dependent;
obscure art form - moulding, shaping, soothing, caressing;
all lies at my feet.

Not mere duties to fulfill- uplifted to privileges
that I get to meet.

Dreams, wishes, hopes - every day realized.

Thankful

 Thankful…….

For the wind through the trees

Feet crunching through the leaves

For crisp nights and bright days

Brilliant autumn stars and porch lights

For morning frost and cold cheeks

Fuzzy scarves and flannel sheets

For candles’ flicker and long shadows

Scents of soup and family’s laughter

Thankful for these basic things

All the joys that life can bring

Farewell to Summer

Pristine water - like silk upon my skin

waves crashing - roaring in, retreating

pebbles crunch - shifting under foot

warmth of sun caressing worries away

seagulls call, lazing on the surf

calls of children's delight - heavy pockets laden with summer's finds -

waiting to be taken home and put upon the shelf.

Sleepless Nights

     As of yesterday, I am 38 weeks pregnant, counting down to my due date of August 31st. For a while there, I was starting to think that this baby would come earlier than my girls did; perhaps hoping is a better word. It has been a long, hot summer and I am ready to meet our little Jasper!
    I had an appointment with my midwife today and she seems to think that he'll probably be born pretty close to my due date since that is what the girls did. He seems to have settled in rather nicely, and in no hurry to leave. Since Madison was three days early, and Annabelle was three days late, maybe he'll actually be born on the 31st? So for now that means I must exercise patience; such a hard thing to do with long, sleepless nights and tired days.
    The following poem is something I wrote a while back, but it is pretty fitting of my nights lately.

Far-off noises, ceaselessly droning;

weaving in and out of range.

Times of deafening roars,

then loud silence swallowing me whole.

Ears ringing to loud humming,

trying to pull apart the sounds.

Crickets chirp and frogs sing,

the night itself is loud.