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The Motherhood Poems

Moms View Message Board: Short Stories, Poetry and Articles : The Motherhood Poems
By Bea on Tuesday, August 20, 2002 - 10:53 pm:

FULFILLMENT

Among my hopes and frequent dreams
I often saw a vision
Of a child
My arms enfolding
To protect and guard
Against the world's distress.
Now deep within me
The realization of
Those cherished hopes
Lies budding and being.
That child,
The dream that filled
My hours of slumber
Has come, and soon,
My days will be fulfilled.

B. V. Dahlen ©

By Bea on Tuesday, August 20, 2002 - 10:58 pm:

THOSE LEFT BEHIND

The tidings have arrived.
Dreaded, expected,
they fall on my heart.
You're going
again so far,
and we must wait.
Your son won't know you
when you return.
His memory is short.
He'll learn to walk
and you won't be there
to hold his hand
and guide his explorations.
This bed will be arid
and vastly chaste.
I'll have to learn
to dream alone.
I'll hang a calendar
on my wall,
and mark the days
until you're back with us.
One desperate slash
for each lonely day
we spend without you.

B. V. Dahlen ©

By Bea on Tuesday, August 20, 2002 - 11:01 pm:

SLOW DOWN

Hey, little boy, where have you been
and where pray tell are you going?
To fly a kite up to the sky
while all the winds are blowing.

Hey, little boy, remember me,
your mother home, and waiting?
Please share with me a dream or two
before the time for dating.

Hey, little boy, the years are swift.
We have so few to share.
I'd like to hold you here with me,
but I'm not sure I'd dare.

The time must pass and you must grow
away from me I fear.
You're only four years old my son
so please stay one more year.

Right now you're Mommy's little guy.
Too soon you'll be a man.
So stay a while, and let me hold
these years while still I can.

B. V. Dahlen ©

By Bea on Tuesday, August 20, 2002 - 11:04 pm:

FOUR MOMENTS OF MOTHERHOOD

I've used bleach and soap and borax,
'most everything in fact.
No matter what I do to them
His white socks still look black.

Oh why I wonder is it so
That there upon those faces
Two days before school photographs
Instead of teeth there's spaces.

I comb his hair
And polish shoes.
His clothes are neat and clean.
The minute he's outside the door
The first mud puddle's seen.

To sew a patch
To kiss a hurt
To me it's all a joy.
You see
It's part of being
The mother of a boy.

B. V. Dahlen ©

By Bea on Tuesday, August 20, 2002 - 11:16 pm:

NIGHT PATROL

In a night-lighted room
two mounds of covers
stir with dreams
and innocent sleep
Patrolling, I check
tucked covers,
open windows
and drafts.
Lonely duty
rewarded by
regular breathing
and contented sighs.
My children sleep.

B. V. Dahlen ©

By Bea on Tuesday, August 20, 2002 - 11:17 pm:

DREAM CHASER

You awoke tonight
from a terrible dream
where monsters had
held you at bay.
Then Mommy came
and holding you tight
she drove all
those monsters away.

I only hope
that years from now
when trouble is all
that's in sight
you'll turn to me
again to see
if Mommy can make things
go right.

I also hope
that I deserve
the faith that you
have in me now
to chase the fear
and bring the peace
of sleep
to your tiny brow.

B. V. Dahlen ©

By Bea on Tuesday, August 20, 2002 - 11:47 pm:

RESOLUTION/REALITY


I RESOLVE TO
use positive reinforcement with the children to improve their behavior.
"Johnny, do that again and I'll kill you."

I RESOLVE TO
learn how and when to say no.
"Why I'd love to be Cookie Chairman again this year."

I RESOLVE TO
take better care of my body.
"This is light cheesecake, isn't it?"

I RESOLVE TO
get more exercise.
"Just as soon as I look good in these tights I'm joining an aerobics class."

I RESOLVE TO
catch up on my correspondence.
"If I just change the date and the kids ages, no one will know that it's last year's Christmas letter."

I RESOLVE TO
plan and prepare wholesome and nutritious meals every day.
"Pizza contains choices from all four food groups, Honey."

I RESOLVE TO
clean out these closets.
"This is bound to come back into style, and I know I'll lose this weight."

I RESOLVE TO
improve my mind.
"Do you carry the sequel to Sweet Fury of Passion?"

I RESOLVE TO
catch up on what's happening in politics and world affairs.
"Who spilled the grape juice all over the newspaper again?"

I RESOLVE TO
read for at least one hour every evening.
"So Christopher Robin and Tigger went....."

I RESOLVE TO
create romantic times to share with my husband.
"Yes, Mrs. Wilson, I understand. Just give him some Tylenol and we'll be right home."

I RESOLVE TO
be more creative with my entertaining.
"Now the one who pins the tail closest to where it should be, wins."

I RESOLVE TO
dress with more style.
"This sweater should cover the spaghetti stain."

I RESOLVE TO
go out and find a fulfilling career, now that the kids are in school.
"How fast do you type?"

I RESOLVE TO
dress for success.
"When does it go on sale?"

I RESOLVE TO
manage our finances better.
"They raised the tuition how much?"

I RESOLVE TO
travel, now that Jack's retired, and see the world.
" yes the kids will be here while Jack Junior and Kathy are in Europe."

I RESOLVE TO
spend more time with my husband now that it's just us again.
"Mom, our babysitter backed out. Could you and Dad please.....?"

I RESOLVE TO
not make any more stupid resolutions.
"Ah, finally learning."

B. V. Dahlen ©

By Bea on Tuesday, August 20, 2002 - 11:56 pm:

NOT AGAIN

'Twas two weeks before Christmas
And out in the field,
The Unit was learning
It's weapons to wield.

The wives and the kids
Back at home were a mess
With last minute shopping
And gift wrapping, no less

While the daddies in tents
Were without even beds,
The kids were all counting
Their gifts in their heads,

The moms were still sewing
And baking and such,
Still chasing the toddler'
And screaming, "Don't touch".

The tree must be bought
And kept hidden away,
Then Junior informs you
That his class has a play,

And "Could you please sew
Up a costume real quick".
For a moment you feel
That you just may be sick.

'Tis the week before Christmas
And your hubby is back,
Though you know it's not toys
He has crammed in his pack,

But bundles and bundles
Of dirty field gear.
All that Daddy wants now
Is to relax with a beer

So you stand there a moment
And wonder perhaps
If you had a spare minute,
Would you dare to collapse?

But deep in your heart
With a smile and a tear,
You know with the Army
It'll happen next year.

We were never quite issued,
But never-the-less
We've become quite adept
As we juggle this mess.

After all why be grumpy,
And sorry and sore,
For isn't this all
What an Army Wife's for.

B. V. Dahlen ©

By Bea on Wednesday, August 21, 2002 - 12:01 am:

LETTING GO?

"It's time for breakfast,
Little Man".
And Cheerios he gobbles.
While dressing,
With just one foot
Through his underwear,
He hobbles.

And then the bus stop,
So grown up
He pretends that I'm
Not there
And snarls as Mom,
As mothers will,
Brushes back his hair.

The bus arrives,
And up he goes
Without a backward glance.
A lump is forming
In my throat,
But I don't get a chance

To give a hug
Or one caress.
"Gee! Moms can act
So dumb."
I'm sure
That if he'd had his way
I'd never even come.

And so my boy,
My last born son,
Goes off, alone,
To school.
And I'm left here
Behind the bus
Feeling like a fool.

But I can't help it
Can I ?
He'll never have to know
That his "Dumb Mom"
Was crying
As she watched
The school bus go.

B. V. Dahlen ©

By Bea on Wednesday, August 21, 2002 - 12:03 am:

RETIREMENT

The last of the boxes are emptied.
The last of your things are unpacked.
The time for goodbyes is upon us.
Now I call upon all of my tact.

You're a man.
I can see what's before me.
You're a man,
And I've helped make it so.
You're a man,
And it's time now for leaving,
But Lord, how it hurts to let go.

A job that I've held for two decades
Is finally completed and done.
A job that I've cherished,
The heartaches,
The traumas, adventures and fun.

I've propped, I've hugged
And I've pampered.
I've punished and lowered the boom.
Held hands at my sides
When I wanted to reach.
Stepped aside
When you needed more room.

It's time for us now to be going
And you say
You'll do fine here alone.
One last hug
And I rush from your dorm room,
Leaving you here to stand on your own.

If anyone tells you it's easy
Put them down
As the worst sort of liar,
For they don't give you
Watches and banquets
When it's time for a Mom to retire.

B. V. Dahlen ©

By Feona on Wednesday, August 21, 2002 - 10:08 am:

They are all so good. Thanks for posting.


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