We just finished watching our youngest son’s wife navigate the first two stages of motherhood – pregnancy and childhood. She was a trooper, and I spent a lot of time in simple, quiet awe. And now our and her families have been blessed with fraternal twin boys.
Poets have addressed motherhood probably ever since poetry first existed. Elizabeth Barrett Browning (”Mother and Poet”) and Christina Rossetti (“To My Mother”) come to mind, but even Edgar Allen Poe wrote “To My Mother.” Other poets who’ve written about mothers or motherhood include Gwendolyn Brooks, Sylvia Plath, Nikki Giovanni, Sharon Olds, Louisa May Alcott, Langston Hughes, Maya Angelou, William Blake, and Sara Teasdale.
Christy Lee Barnes navigates the territory of motherhood in her 16-poem chapbook, Commodore Rookery.
Some Tuesday Readings
10 Things Poets & Writers Can Do with the Small Moments – L.L. Barkat at Tweetspeak Poetry.
Always, there is this fear of others falling – poem by Andrew Roycroft at New Grub Street.
“I Felt a Funeral in My Brain,” poem by Emily Dickinson – Sally Thomas at Poems Ancient and Modern.
The Book – poem by Robert Cording at Rabbit Room Poetry.
Gleanings – poem by Scott Edward Anderson at Every Day Poems.
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May you always remember that you are more than your answers –
that your doubts are sacred, and your silence full of meaning.
May you see the flower without explaining it,
and use the machine without becoming like it.
May you not be afraid of the screen,
but neither get lost in it –
may it rather be a mirror that points you back to your own depth.
And if technology ever makes you feel superfluous,
then remember: you are not measurable.
You were not made to always be better and faster.
You are present, unique, and irreplaceable –
not because you know everything,
but because you can choose to love,
even when it is illogical.
Then move forward peacefully –
not faster, but deeper.
And let your humanity
remain the greatest technology of all.
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