Posting this poem does feel a little like baring a bit of my soul but I’m going to be brave! Now, some days I find being a mother so tough. Sometimes it’s relentless hard work and I feel my patience has worn thin and I am all touched out. BUT I am lucky enough to have moments, every day, of absolute joy. I really do love being a mother and I wrote this poem in the middle of the night when I was in that loved up haze of having a new baby – I think JB was just a few weeks old. I realised in all my life I had never felt so contented and, simply, happy.
I thought I’d pop a little poetry post up before we go away this week. I am super excited as we are going back to Center Parcs! Obviously I’ll be a bit quieter on social media and won’t be posting anything on the blog so I thought I’d leave you with a poem I have written about the baby always kicking when I hold TM. I mentioned this in my most recent pregnancy update and it just seems so special to me, to have this little one growing inside me who seems to know when I cuddle their big brother; so naturally I’ve written a poem about it!
I appear to be in a bit of a rut currently and I haven’t been writing much – which is quite unusual for me! I wrote a post a few months back for one of my favourite bloggers, Lucy at Occupation: (m)other, as part of her Creative Mothers series. In lieu of writing anything new and in the hope that it reignites my creative flame I thought I’d share the post on here. PLEASE check out the rest of the series as I am in seriously good company and there are some fantastic posts from amazing creative mums! The original post can be found on Lucy’s site. Continue reading
I have been fairly quiet on the blog recently and next week I am on holiday, so I just wanted to write a little post before I disappear offline. This is actually the first time I have shared one of my poems on the blog, although I did have one published online when I participated in Occupation: (m)other’s Creative Mothers series a few months back. I write poetry all the time but I think most of it is probably crap. This isn’t necessarily my finest writing but I think the sentiment comes through. I wrote this after an afternoon full of giggles with my boy and after reading my gorgeous friend Lucy’s lovely post about laughter (two links to her blog in one opening paragraph, I really must be her biggest fan..!) Continue reading