I’m tired mommy

Can I lay down in your lap? Silence everything.

Will you stroke my hair and kiss my forehead?

I want to rest in your shade and hear you speak

Of hope and light and all things merry

I’m tired dear mommy, wrap your arms around me

Kiss me good night and stay here with me.

Is the worst yet to come?

Image by Ajay Karpur

Each fight is worse than before, but I wonder whats the worst? Has it passed or is it yet to come?

Should I prepare or live in the moment? What difference does it make?

You! You can sulk all day, as you on most days do. You can lay back on the couch and care about not a thing in the world.

But me? I’m a mother. I get no days to sulk. I have to get up each morning, gather all strength and make our child feel like its just another day. Put up a smile, make her happy while my head hurts and I feel weighed down. But I won’t show you and that kills you, doesn’t it?

It bothers you why you can’t break me? My resilience burns you. Burn. Cuz I aint going down because of you. No matter how long the cat and dog show continues, I’m standing the ground.

Forbidden fruit

There’s something so dreamy about you. You’re my forbidden fruit.

You’re poetry and mystery. You’re an abyss I shouldn’t step into.

But you make my heart and soul ache. Only once in a while, I yearn to be set ablaze in your flame

But I’ve drowned, and roamed the thorny pathways. I yearn and then pay an aching price. So I dare not light a spark now

I’m in no Eden, but if I fall still, I’ll never recover and that’d be the end of me, my forbidden fruit.