Friday, August 20, 2010

Poetry quickfire

Swelling

Somewhere between birth and all mother,
I must have built my secret well.
Stumbling through slumber with ache,
I set each brick within that core.
Tipping buckets of resistant tears,
I feel valley through days of tug and pull.
Hours hang with leaden weight,
I walk above another flood.
Heart washes away with meal prep,
I fear the crack in the well.

As you can tell, it's been one of those weeks with the kids. I can still hear the labor nurses saying to me, "Push! Push!" Little did I know that the kids would be pushing me to my limits at times :) Gratefully, tomorrow is another day. I have to hold my ground even when I'm a little shaky. It's good to know that I can come to this wonderful blog world and find the refuge that I need. Thanks everyone!

26 comments:

Vicki said...

Oh how i know what you mean! I was right there with you this week.... the first week back to school is always extra hard in our household. Wishing you a better weekend. Tomorrow is another day!
I love the art on your sidebar too. I see one of my favs- Mary Cassatt!

Diane said...

It will be a great day starting tomorrow! Hugs to you :O)

Sue said...

very evocative poem...interesting ambivalence, the well as resource, the well as something that might flood you.

Mandy's Life After 30 said...

I've been wondering about you Kelly! Isn't school about to start soon? Maybe the anxiety of a new year is pushing them to push you!? I hope that's all it is and that you're all feeling kind and loved very soon! Hugs!

welcome to my world of poetry said...

All to soon your kids will groww up and you'll wonder where all the years have gone, I know from expereience that they can be little horrors at times but what would you do without them?

Enjoy your week-end.
Yvonne.

Judy Croome said...

Kelly a beautiful poem! One day you'll look back on it and wonder what your angels had done! :)
Judy

Valerie said...

Oh Kelly, I remember it so well. I was going to say that thankfully those days were done, but I think 'thankfully' is the wrong choice of word.

Angela said...

I had similar feelings the week before. When those times happen, I do the same thing as you: realize it is only temporary, and that yes, tomorrow is a new day to start afresh. The great thing to hold on to is the fact that even though as moms, we take the good with the bad, the good always outweighs those rough days. Keep your head up, and I'm hoping today will be much better for you.

Teresha@Marlie and Me said...

The bad days are like childbirth, you don't remember the pain, the anxiety, the uncertainty. After the ordeal is over you are left with bliss and your little miracle(s). This too shall pass...

Janna Qualman said...

Kelly, I can so relate. Especially to this:

Tipping buckets of resistant tears...

You're a wonderful poet.

Robyn Campbell said...

Lovely poem, Kelly. You truly can say you are a poet. And one of my favorite poets, too.

And you and I had the same kind of week. Grueling! Thankfully I made it out with just a few bumps on my head. (From banging my head against the walls.) :)

Caitlin said...

Excellent poem. IT is so hard to stand firm sometimes when everyone is taking a piece out of you. Hope you have a restful, restorative weekend!

Kim said...

Wow what a telling post. I felt what you must be feeling and today can relate. I'm not sure how I'm getting anything done with little to no sleep. I keep reminding myself that God gives us what we can handle. But it's 1130 in the morning and I still have my pyjamas on living minute to minute, looking forward to a day that I can get some sleep. I also envision a day for you Kelly where you are enjoying a day at a spa or just a nice hour away to write one of your beautiful poems. Hugs!!

T Rex Mom said...

I love the end - I feel the crack in the well. I've been feeling like that lately too - hence my lack of posts on my blog. I'll work on it soon.

Thanks you for your inspiring words - my dear friend Caitlin is heading your way - take care of her. I will miss her so dearly.

Vicky said...

I feel your every weigthty word :) My nerves are on a steady decline from now till after labor day and school finally starts. You captured so well in words what I feel in every fiber of my being... well done.

The Write Girl said...

Lovely poetry Septembermom...I think you expressed the world of motherhood very well. I do hope the rest of your weekend brings you a little R & R. At least the kids will be back in school soon. Take care.

Michelle said...

I love this. There are so many days and so many pushes... but you always manage to get throuch it and do it no matter what. :)

Life with Kaishon said...

I love your attitude! You are so right. Tomorrow is another day. Always another day! Phew!

Nessa said...

Beautiful poem.

I find the "everyday" to be my most difficult challenge.

Betty Manousos:cutand-dry.blogspot.com said...

Thank You for your inspiring posts/poems!
Love your thoughts/attitude/perspective.

Hope you're having a great Sunday!
B xx

Don said...

Walls are needful... and so is releasing pressure... glad this blog can be a bit of a relief valve as life pushes against the wall.

"No temptation has tested you but such as is common to man, but God will, with the temptation, make a way of escape that you may bear up under it." (Paraphrase but true!)

"Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof..."

"His mercies are new every morning. Great is His faithfulness."

Keep going... help will appear with the sunrise.

-- a fellow traveler, Don

Becca said...

That's a lovely poem! You have a great attitude!

Deborah said...

Just popped in to have a look and so glad I did, a beautifully written poem ... I felt every line x

He & Me + 3 said...

I need to start using my blog as more of a refuge. About two weeks ago for three days straight...my kids pushed me to the limits. It was hard. Yes...another day. Thank God for those.

Susan Fobes said...

This is a sign that it is the end of summer-my kids were driving me nuts!

Gerri said...

Kelly, You amaze me. I have had those moments, even days, with Noah. He can be a handful all by himself. Keep pressing on, and "pushing". The reward is that, as you stay strong and consistent, you train and teach them about strength, honor, responsibility, compassion, and love. Yay YOU!!!