POETRY ON MEDIUM
A Mother’s Paradox
Poem on Motherhood vs Choosing Self
You want me to play your silly games with you,
I’m fatigued but I tell myself I can see this through.
I join you for your pretend games and car races,
I laugh with you when we make funny faces.
You get these ideas, and you want to do bizarre things,
Sometimes you want me to take you to the swings.
You often see me as a play buddy, as a mate,
For my attention and involvement, you yearn, and you wait.
Sometimes, in the midst of all this madness and disarray —
I wonder how come this is the shape of my day!
I was filled with passion and was wild, fierce, and independent
This here, committing myself to another, hasn’t been my temperament.
O dear God, non-stop you talk and talk and talk
I wonder where you get all that energy as I just sit and gawk.
Oft times, when you are awake, I yearn for the time you’d sleep
I imagine having my me-time, as my sanity I wish to keep.
When you finally fall asleep, the house is quiet,
It’s eerily silent, I find myself missing the raucous riot.
I am tempted to wake you — and play and chatter
The fact that I’m tired does not seem to matter.
I smile at you and plant kisses on your cherubic cheek –
My heart feels so full as if I’m at the world’s peak
At that moment I ask for no more, I need no respite from you,
Because you are mine baby, I feel love that’s abundant and true.
You teach me innocence, you teach me unrestrained laughter,
You teach me creativity and how to not worry about the moments after.
You live in the here and now and are so full of possibilities —
You believe in the world being your oyster and are not limited by abilities.
Being your mother has taught me such profound lessons in how to just be,
We miss on so much as adults — we have forgotten alacrity and glee.
As a mother witnessing the miracle that you are my dear angel
Life seems like an experience to behold, an enthralling fable.
I promise myself that I’ll not be rattled by the struggles of childcare –
My badge of motherhood with pride I will wear.
Life moves on and you will be old before I know,
I want to capitalize on every moment before you grow.
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