Helicopter’s Child

Mother hoverslike a dragonflyher helicopterexpectationsslice throughmy endeavours I am an unsung noteset on rotatewaiting for an openingto flee the slaughter. (Image my own.)

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Parenting Lessons

For every childvowed to be the calyxto cradle each budding soulwith a tender heart But I am imperfectideals devolvingin the face of losscross unbearable Tend my own garden nowrecognizing the powerof example overridingoppression of control. (Image my own)

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Mothers Have Regrets

Fancy myself pragmaticbut these cherubic facesrender me nostalgic Not for the times –for they were hard –but for the ideal lost Speculate on failingsshallow expectations,pray I did enough. (Found this old photograph of my two girls.)

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Parental Passages

Carefully we construct security for offspring – add luxuries to entertain accommodate growth play host to revolving- door friends and dates. And yet, we are graded on performance – met or unmet expectations – held up against a stack of other super parents, silhouettes of perfection. Still, we celebrate goals, sprouting family, ignore the slanders, […]

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Love Lessons

Had a weird sort of lexicon the man who professed to be my dad – Clamped in his chokehold he’d demand words of devotion Became inured to this dichotomy – spent a lifetime searching for love – Just the right balance of cruelty and kind. (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson.  Sketch mine.)

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Looking Back

Years when children, perpetually in motion, required a referee – Mom’s energy replete so ephemeral now – time having vanished, weariness lingering, savouring memory blurs. (Inspired by my grandchildren, and the prompts of Ragtag Community: ephemeral, and Fandango: referee. Image from personal collection.)

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Herding Cats

One a Tom – night prowler, elusive schemer – renders me sleepless. Another, pampered, a diva demanding, high anxiety to boot – makes me crazy. Third, a trickster, stays out of sight and then springs – keeps me on my toes. This raising children, like herding cats – next to impossible, and I’m allergic. (A […]

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A Mother’s Heart

A mother’s heart is the sun – the rays of her love, the beams upon which a child learns the skills necessary to navigate life’s tightrope walks. **** Happy Mother’s Day to all the moms out there.

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Parenting Adolescents

Daughters ride emotional escalators – while sons prefer a higher ground – more attic than sound, motivations vague Parents observe, bite tongues wish they had a key to disengage lethargy, ignite reason – and turn the volume down on drama.

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Guidance Needed

She is listening, watching, her mind absorbing – so many images, emotions, lacks the filters, the context to frame experience into rational understanding – guide her with patience; treat her kindly.

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