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Through the Eyes of Parents


Current Featured Poems
"You and Me" by Tais Lintz
"A Cradle Rhyme (Time is Fleeting)" by Lorrieann Russell
"A Mother's Night Music" by Leslie P. Garcia
"I Can Be a TV Mom" by Sheryl McCurdy
"Drawing Water" by Zoe Richardson
"Share and Become" by T.R.C. Beaver

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You And Me
by Tais Lintz

Heart of mine
beats
in concert with yours
tiny rhythms
sound of life

Soul of mine
embraces
concealed child
with love
in bond of our own

Mind of mine
imagines
into wonders of nascence
in reality
of this miracle

Poetry Moments: CPA Burlington Chapter of the Canadian Poetry Association
Look under Member's Biographies and Member's Poems for more poetry by and information about Tais Lintz


A Cradle Rhyme
(Time is Fleeting)

by Lorrieann Russell

Quiet, creeping, daddy’s sleeping
Tip-toe, tip-toe, little feet
Making wishes, tiny kisses
Cuddles underneath the sheet.

Stars are gleaming, baby’s dreaming
Nightbird’s cooing on the sill
Mommy’s sighing, lullaby-ing
Moon is rising o’re the hill.

Mommy’s spying, softly sighing
Tiny eyelids flutter sweet
Time is fleeting, night retreating
Shining eyes the day to greet

Lorrieann Russell


A Mother's Night Music
by Leslie P. Garcia


The children snore.

Lying awake at night,

Listening

To the indrawn breaths and sighs,

Memory tugs.


I remember

Other nights, clutching the baby

To my heart,

Hoping

The love went through and pierced

The lurking demons

Ravaging her breath.


Then, too, I laid awake long nights,

Afraid

The morning sun

Would warm

An empty crib.


But God and the years

Abolished

That moment’s terror;

The motor purr and coughs of sleep

Are reassuring hymns of night.


And though their lives

Are not finished,

Not mine—

Just rough works

Awaiting

Master strokes—

The symphony of snores

And smiles evoked by unknown dream

Are what there is of me

That’s good through time.


Leslie Garcia


I Can Be a TV Mom
by Sheryl McCurdy

Soon they will be home
and I haven't even made the brownies
or mixed up the Kool-aid
the milk is still puddled
on the placemats from morning
where has the day gone
wasn't I just awakening
or even just going to bed
how can time go so quickly
what mark have I made
and I'm tired...just plain tired
wanting an hour
just to nap or read
the flutter of activity will be full force
for about ten minutes then
abandonment
the friends the TV the Nintendo
will invade the house
I will stir up brownies
mix up Kool-aid
vacuum the carpet
take some Motrin
set out plates and glasses
pin an understanding smile on my face
when the pre teen rolls her eyes
and the youngest begs for friends to stay
and the middle one storms around because he is exhausted
from staying up far too late
I will be a TV Mom for a few minutes
a perky Mrs. Brady
wise AND blonde
patient and forgiving
full of damn good advice
if I can
because I know it won't be long now
and they will be flying away from me
gone
just like that

Drive Through Poetry: Poetry by Sheryl McCurdy


Drawing Water
by Zoe Richardson

I'm struck at times
By flashes of daylight
All I do not know
Clear and walking next to me.
I am swimming through
A frozen slush of words not said.

Sometimes I feel
The double yoke of responsibility
Bowing my neck with
A full bucket of need on
One side and an almost empty
Bucket of supply on the other.

I want to drop these oaken weights
Abandon all for a little freedom
And yet there are words that
Anchor me, hold me here,
Little arms that reach,
Righting me when I stumble.

They are here with me,
These quicksilver creatures.
I am chosen to lead them.
If I keep my head down
And my footsteps measured
Forward only
Will I one day lay this yoke
At your feet and be home at last?


Share and Become
by T.R.C. Beaver

The pictures become evidence
and I am guilty
of being older
of having two son's
grown now to the age
I thought I would always be.
How is it they have become
young men before my eyes?
The little boys in the pictures
smile from the thin flatness,
the past almost tangible is
a banquet of memory,
the aroma of yesterday
thick and sweet like fruit
grown over ripe, the season passed.
I watch in loving awe and wonder
as they discover the journey
that is their own unique path
and I am proud to know them
as we share and become who we are.

T.R.C. Beaver


Other Places to Find Parenting Poems

Author's Den - Poetry on Parenting

Author's Den - Poetry on Family

Author's Den - Poetry on Children

Parent Prose at The Labor of Love

Pregnancy.org Poetry Board


Poetry on Miscarriage and Loss

I did not include poetry on this subject in this theme, but I do want to host a theme on this subject some time in the future. If you have written a poem about miscarriage or the loss of a child, and would not mind sharing that poem on this site, please e-mail it to Gale at windhavenglen@hotmail.com. As someone who has experienced the pain of miscarriage, I will be grateful to have a chance to read it (regardless of whether I end up using it on the Poetry Deep).

In the meantime, here are some other sites with very good poetry on this subject.

Poetry of Miscarriage

Ectopic Poetry Trust Message Boards: Poetry


Other Great Poetry Sites and Resources:

Representative Poetry Online

The Poetry Archives



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