Off Duty Mom

Thoughts from an exhausted mom who is NEVER really "off duty"

POETIC DUET

A collaboration with Hasty Words

 

Waxy colors rained down
Turning bright colors
Of greens, reds, and blues
Into those of muddy brown,

And in war and strife, I drop anchor here
In this sea so soft with murk,
Thinking of how much better it is to let the children
See this world than the one that lies beyond.

There’s shelter, though, in my arms,
For they have already weathered far more.
Healing comes in all forms here
And my forgiveness covers every hurt.

We will start over; we will persist
Where the sun is merely a lantern in the sky
By weaving the ground into baskets
And singing tapestries into butterflies.

Now there’s beauty in the eyes of dragons
For they know not how to extinguish
That which makes them monstrous.
So, the only difference between us is how we use our fire.

I provide solace here as we float together yet
Tethered to the silty floor of a world burst
Into glory in skies painted
With monarch wings in golden disguise.

 

 

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