Writing.

A poem for “those” moms

School starts tomorrow, and the anxiety—like a late guest to a dinner party—just arrived. It is 3am and I have no power. But I can write. So to all you Autism moms (ANY moms, really) who struggle to breathe come end-of-August, this ditty’s for you.

 

Most days
we are fine.

Other days
we cry and grit our teeth,
take deep breaths and sink
deeper
into the couch cushions.

We text
email
pace
wait.
We live

the worst of what we imagine
and sometimes we drink
just to sleep.

Today is an other day.

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2 Comments

  • Jennifer Moorhead
    August 21, 2016 at 7:24 am

    Beautiful

  • Rebecca
    August 21, 2016 at 9:15 am

    ❤️❤️❤️

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