Motherhood Dance Poem
Someday I won’t trip over so many things on the floor.
But, those cute little shoes won’t be there anymore.
Someday the kitchen will be clean for hours all day.
But, I won’t share my meals with your sweet face.
Someday the hours will pass with nothing to do.
I’ll sit here and be missing you.
One day I will sink into my couch for as long as a I can.
Yet, I won’t be able to touch your small hands.
I’ll dance around in the open space.
But, I’ll miss the indulgence of your frequent embrace.
I am so smushed but also set free.
The contractions of motherhood are a heart beat.
Ride the waves, the yin and the yang.
The intense moments pass again and again.
And again and again and again and again.
Rainbows emerge and laughter trickles across the land.
As you and I sway in this dance.
Originally Published on www.BeverlyHosford.com