For the A-Z challenge, we decided to post a new and original poem every day. Today, Regina has the letter "T".
Two a.m.
Silence broken only
as the rocker hits
the wood floor.
Mother, child
two a.m.
time to find
peace in violence.
Remnants of war waged,
smell of breast milk,
warmth against my chest.
Two hearts
beating,
breaths synchronized in
heat and sweat.
Here in exhaustion,
in the trenches of motherhood,
you will find
me.
Another gem.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Ann!
DeleteI love the "time to find peace in violence" line.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Julie.
DeleteThis is lovely. It conjures memories of my own children.
ReplyDeleteKatie atBankerchick Scratchings
Thank you! It's something every mother knows well.
DeleteThis one made my heart skip a beat. So powerful!
ReplyDeleteThanks, J!
DeleteSuddenly, I'm right back there! Thank you!
ReplyDeleteRemembering it from a few years distance, it seems so magical.
DeleteYou are a hero in the motherhood trenches. I salute you!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Kathy!
DeleteThe battle of motherhood! I'm sure at times it seems that way. Very powerful images and themes. Writer’s Mark
ReplyDeleteThanks, Nancy!
DeleteGosh I remember those days... though it was 3 hearts for me with the twins. And yes, I fed both at the same time :D
ReplyDeleteGood times!
Oh, man, twins. I can only imagine those night times two!
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