Thursday, 27 November 2014

A mother's role - A poem

I don't want to come in and look at you.
Tonight as I go to bed.
I ll leave that to your father
To check you, kiss you, tuck you in.
And lovingly stroke your head.


You've screamed and shouted at me all day,
And left me downright devoid. 
With fists and fire and fury,
You pushed and pounded and punched me,
To the point where I'm destroyed.

With venom you spat your words at me -
I'm not sure who was more wrought?
Independent defiance, 
Today's tantrum, tears and temper
Left us both totally fraught.

How you refused to let me hold you,
Vexing - time and time again.
Your feist, your fever, your fervour,
Biting. Kicking. Scratching. Pinching. 
Your restlessness. Your pain.

But now that you're peacefully dreaming,
And I've had the chance to calm,
I'll come and sit beside you,
And quietly sing, smooth and sooth.
While keeping you safe from harm... 

...I'll know you're but only two years old,
'T'is likely another phase'.
(But sweetheart, from a newborn, 
You arrived a ball of anger -
With such aggressive ways).

Just as well it's conditional love. 
This parenting thing is tough.
Yet I realise it's my role;
To love you, lead you, let you free.

To know that now, is enough.



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14 comments:

Morgan Prince said...

Love it. They can be such terrors sometimes can't they? #Prose4T

Maddy@writingbubble said...

Love the raw honesty in this. They can be such hard work but once they're asleep, so very sweet! #prose4T

Sara Murray said...

Some days are really tough, aren't they. You have managed to convey so much emotion in these words and the conflict between the frustration and the unconditional love. #Prose4T

Emma Oliver said...

Can they ever! Thanks Morgan

Emma Oliver said...

Honesty + Raw = LIFE AS IT IS
Thanks for the comment Maddy

Emma Oliver said...

Sara, thanks for stopping by LIFE AS IT IS.
Yes, some days are really tough, but those are less now than they were. Fia was three in Sept and really has settled so much more. Also because her digestive system is more mature. Outgrowing her allergy and intolerance issues has helped enormously. Nursery has played its part. Language development too. However, she remains (and always will be) a feisty wee thing! x

Suzanne W said...

I have one like this Emma and I feel for you, I really do. It's just exhausting some days isn't it? Treading on eggshells half my time! I wrote something similar about my daughter on her 12th birthday. Goodness it had been a long 12 years! You're doing a great job. Keep up the good work :)

Emma Oliver said...

Oh Suzanne, ur lovely! Pls send me the link to what you wrote, I'd love to read x

Lisa from Lisas Life said...

Sounds like you have the patience of a saint with that feisty little lady! Brilliant writing #prose4t

Mummy Tries said...

Fantastic piece lovely, beautifully summing up how many of us have felt time and again. Hope today is a better one for you my dear *hugs*

Victoria Welton said...

Absolutely fabulous piece of poetry - and I see what you mean about fraught and wrought! Great minds!! This is definitely one of my favourites of yours. Thank you for linking to Prose for Thought :) xx

Emma Oliver said...

If only!

Emma Oliver said...

Thanks! (Virtual hugs back)

Emma Oliver said...

Thank you Vicky x