Showing posts with label motherhood. Show all posts
Showing posts with label motherhood. Show all posts

Thursday, June 11, 2015

Travel



Two women waited at a bus stand
The young one wanted to go to Canada
The older one dreamed of New York
The young one said "This place has nothing to offer me, it's a dead end"
The older one agreed as the young one boarded the Bayfield bus
And she went back to Spieghtstown
Still dreaming of New York
I hope they both find destination and destiny
Waiting at the end of the line.

Monday, February 4, 2013

Growing Pains..palindrome



 

Angry feeling

spiraling downwards towards

moments of cycling viciously

spent wasting time remembering

past pains held inside …

her rejected neglected teenager still unloved

misunderstood sometimes motherless child crying running fast

forgetting and growing into drama and

womanhood without

Father

without womanhood

and drama into growing and forgetting

fast running crying child motherless sometimes misunderstood

unloved still teenager neglected rejected her

inside held pains past…

remembering time wasting spent

viciously cycling of moments

towards downwards spiraling

feeling Angry

Sunday, April 22, 2012

day #22



and this is for my sisters
who have buried countless dreams and realities
never given birth to children and aborted all of their seedlings
buried underground in winter
my sisters
who have walked away from hope because they had no other choice
the ones who stayed because they did
settling for less than they deserved
this is for my sisters
who have put their voices on the shelf
waiting for someone to speak in their behalf
because they are not whole
subjecting themselves to other people’s visions
and demanding nothing in return
my sisters
who are nameless
faceless
ageless
but not helpless
my sisters




Saturday, April 16, 2011

April 14...

it’s so hard to understand
     how motherhood could ever drive her own soul into the Hudson river
                     while carrying the innocent ones who ask why...
there are no answers
only questions
and the world is a much emptier place
because motherhood gave birth to her own demise
and we grieve…


(c) 2011 PoetryofMotion!