How can you write when there's nothing in your head but the mundane? I've been asking myself this for a few days, trying to come up with a new idea for a post. Nothing has struck me as noteworthy. I'm worried about potty training my soon to be 3-year-old who shows no interest, but 3 kids in diapers... potty training with a newborn in the house... sigh. I'm worried about a lot of things frankly and I have no idea how much of that boils down to fact and how much boils down to being massively, obnoxiously, pregnant. It's hard to think when your clothes don't fit you.
I know I need to rework that last entry (probably several times) just to make it presentable really. It's nice to see it in development though sometimes, so I suppose I'll take another crack at it. First, I think I'll rework the language and take out anything superfluous or clunky. There, that's a step in the right direction. Time for a diaper changing break. Now, meter... how's that looking? A little tweeking here and there. Nothing strict, a few anomalies... I think that works for now. All in all, I think that's a fair bit improved. Still not my best work, but a step up from what it was.
To Be the Mother
u / u / u u / u / u / u / u u /
To be the mother I can't recall ever aspiring to be,
u / u / u u / u / u
I left the rest of my life behind me.
u / u u / u u / u / u /
My daughter was born on a Christmas break that now
u / u / u u / u / u
Extends indefinitely before me.
u / u / u / u / / u / u u / u /
While I prepare the ritual sandwiches of the day I feel
u / u / u u / / u u / u / u
An Aisling nuzzling my knee, scritching her nose, behind me.
u u / u u / u / u u /
If you ever invite me out with the kids,
u / u u u / u / u
You'll probably be there before me.
u / u u / u / u u / u u /
The madness of life has only increased, though they say
u / / u u / u
My wild days are behind me.
u u / u / u u / u u / u u / u /u u u / u u /
If you can, imagine a life of unending responsibility, spontaneous joy,
/ u / u u / u / u u u / u u
Crippling worry, unfathomed beauty... please do that, for me.
Better? Worse? Thoughts? Sorry if my meter marks don't line up exactly. It publishes in a different font than I compose in. So much for that.
Now, I'm working on planning my son's 3rd birthday celebration, so I suppose I'll get back to that and maybe write more on it next week.
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