breath. gulp. blink. dive.

so I mention in my "about me" section that I write poetry. it is my "sensi" quality. (who am I kidding, I am a sensitive person. way too sometimes. but I digress.) I have pondered putting some of my "work" up on here, just to put it out there, but I have thus far lacked the courage. (I am not really as afraid of criticism as I am of people thinking am I full of myself) however, recently I wrote a poem about being a mama, and if you all will bare with me, I would like to post it. please feel free to boo, cheer, verbally smile and nod... I won't be offended. I may be sensitive, but I have tough skin when it comes to this stuff. She'll never know She'll never know how I feel after tucking her in sitting here, late writing. She'll never know the love the worry, the hope only mothers know for her child. She may grow to have a child a daughter of her own, but by then she will doubt it, by then she will have jaded her belief that it could be the same, the same love. She will never really, truly, completely, know how much I love her, ache for her life, ache for moments to come and it saddens me. Because the mother I am now, will not be the mother she knows then. And the love I feel now will be the same love. Only, she will never know. She will never see me peek in her crib, to make sure she rests so that I may rest. She will never hear me as I think upon her future both near and ever distant. My love will not be obvious to her, someday. Oh how I pray, that the feeling is enough. -22