Showing posts with label another day another mom poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label another day another mom poem. Show all posts

Monday, January 30, 2017

My, what lovely lungs you have

My, what lovely lungs you have,
pressed up here against my hand.

So what if I made them myself-
or was that you?
Let's call it a joint endeavor.

With every rock of my chair
a new wave of nostalgia
for the present moment
washes over.

Take another breath
and another
and another
and keep going.

Monday, January 23, 2017

Inauguration


I want to be like Grace Paley,
Marching with baby in tow.

I want to be like my old self,
Jean jacket, fanny pack,
Chanting
(What was that chant again, Emma?
Something like about my neck my back, withdraw from Iraq?)

I don't want Mosi to hear his voice,
so I turn the radio off, 
and put on the McGarrigles

Mama's chicken soup

My mom brings me chicken soup from DeCicco's
Dave brings me Mama's chicken soup from Whole Foods.

Dave bakes a chicken and asks 
should we save the innards to make chicken soup?
Let's not bother, I say
and toss them in the trash.

New languages


I'm learning new languages this year

We don't say frustrated, right ladies?
We're just trying to appreciate the cuddles while the LOs (little ones)  will still let us touch them!
Do you dream feed? do you CIO(cry it out)?
Are you forced to feel guilty either way?

Hey, DS (dear son), does that high pitched scream mean you are delighted?
You need to burp? 
You feel a vague sense of despair?

DH (dear husband), I will try to have the dishes done by the time you get home.
You work so hard all day, for us.
Can you just hold the BOJ (bundle of joy) for a minute so I can pee?

Looking for an escape hatch from antiquity/modernity.
To snow shoe into uncharted territory,
Like swaying to Arthur Russell in the kitchen,
Mosi in my arms

It's a wild
It's a loving you baby
It's a walk in the park
It's a talk in the dark.

Dirty mama

Looking for a shirt that isn't stained to wear to my mommy meet-up.
And pick a v-neck dress to wear 
Given to me by my little sister.
It still has the salvation army smell
Even though I washed it.
I nurse before heading out and,
Despite a strategically placed towel, 
my nipple leaks and stains this dress too,
But I wear it anyway.

Dog nights


Stella
Duke
Junior
Snoopy
Nike

You single? 
You should date Duke's dad. 
He's not bad looking.

M's first time out past dark.
The air is warm
And he might be overdressed in his red snowsuit,
But how's a mother to know?
And better safe than sorry
Or you'll hear, girl, that baby needs a blanket from any passing stranger.