Here we are at the last day of National Poetry Month. I feel good that I took the time to write several poems over these past few weeks. In this poem, I explore how the poet within me must defer to the mother within me. Being a mother is everything to me. The poet must wait in line after all my mama duties. That is the way it should be. Sometimes I fear that I will lose the poetic part of me because my daily responsibilities take up so much of my time, energy and spirit.
I'm glad that I let the poet out to "play" every once in a while!
Mama Always; Poet Visits
Feel blood race through systems.
Warehouse tools of self-construction.
Nurturing urge roars over ego whisper.
Spirit divided like Sunday pie.
Grab another rung of task ladder.
Child pushes child for position.
Eyes tear with exasperated sighs.
Maternal demand snuffs creative fire.
Mind challenges self to stand apart.
Roles cement over nightingale within.
Flames of first personhood flicker.
Forever mother stretches for next shift.
