Over two years ago, I started writing in my limited spare time. My daughter was almost 18 months old and for the same reason as my recent venture into blogging, I had something say and I needed an outlet.
At that time, poetry was my solace. I could express myself differently, showing raw emotion that I sometimes hid and rarely shared.
‘A moment’ was one of my early poems about motherhood. It goes like this.
As she clutches my arm,
her breathing husky and thick,
I lean my head on hers.
She strokes my soft, comforting sleeve,
nestling her warm, slightly sticky nose into my side.
I pause and gaze at this wonder of mine.I grab a white, fragile, pristine tissue
navigating it towards this quiet, gentle soul.
Picking my moment to disrupt her peace.
As quick as a flash,
the moment has passed.
She wriggles free of this joyous time and runs over to her toys.