Poem for Moms: I stood at the edge and dove in
May 5, 2022
Friday May 6th: No ordinary bread
May 6, 2022
By Dr Debra Bartholomew
Motherhood to me is like watching parts of yourself walking around in front of you but with added tenacity, wit and a healthy dose of sass. But on a serious note, there are days when I’m in my element, and I have my own cheerleading squad, and days when I’m at my lowest, when the best medicine is readily available, a hug, our Vitamin H. When I became a mother, I had no idea what that role would entail. I am parent, friend, protector, advocate, champion, defender, confidante, teacher, student, doctor, nurse, and classmate. I am all of these and more. I am mom.
Senseless
Grey……
My world is grey
Gone is the colour that bathed and danced and filled my once beautiful days
No whispers in the morning to announce your awakened state
No questions to challenge the mind, to focus thought
No laughter to sweeten the day, to gladden my heart
My heart, oh, my grieving, aching heart,
What do we do now?
The cacophony of motherhood now viciously snatched from my ear
Now replaced by an ever-expanding vacuum of silence
I am lost, blind, deaf… my senses too, abandon me
My children, far away… I am adrift until they return
