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Hi. Welcome. I created CookieMOMster because when I was a first time mom 6 years ago cookies saved me. I was in a whirlwind of sleepless nights, crying and baby drool. I ate lots of cookies and began writing. Writing had been my passion since I was young and I had forgotten how much it meant to me. It's funny how these little lives come into your life and cause chaos but at the same time allow you to re-discover yourself. Thank you to Konrad and Koby for that. So sit down have a cookie and read. I hope you enjoy my blog as much as I enjoy writing. Thanks for visiting. I'm glad you stopped by.

Wednesday, October 7, 2009

Seasons

I think the fall air has gotten me excited and creative! I am happy to say. :) I just submitted the poem below to a poetry contest. Her name was Dorothy Sargent Rosenberg...she died young but did a lot in her lifetime. It was said that she embraced life. Her husband started this contest in her rememberance. The writers had to write a poem in celebration of life. I hope I captured a glimpse of how I embrace being a mom. It is pure happiness loving my boys...I celebrate them and my love for them in this poem.


Seasons

Her belly swells with life. The spring air warms her insides from the cold thaw of winter. Movement from within tickles her. She gently places her hands over her bulging belly. The tips of her fingers and thumbs touch- a perfect heart shape is formed.
Small seeds are planted under the dirt. The soft touch of rain quenches its thirst. The suns raise shines down giving the seed all it needs to grow.
Piercing jabs replace the movement. Her body tells her that it is time. Sweat drips off of her chin-squinting her eyes closed she pushes, hands balled tightly into fists- she pushes again. A tiny cry fills the room.
The stem pushes out from beneath the dirt. The tightly closed flower feels the warmth of day light. Slowly each petal uncurls. Spring has awakened.
She sits and watches as her boys run under the cool spray of water. They run in circles reaching for the wet spray. Mouths open catching the drops of water before they fall to the ground. Their bodies young and vibrant, healthy and beautiful. She laughs as she watches them play.
Shades of pinks, purples and yellows color the garden. Each flower powerfully showing off their magnificence. The hot sun of summer brings warmth to the earth. Happy birds dine at a birdfeeder and the bees happily suck nectar from the flowers below.
She sits by the window and watches her boys climb the naked tree. They wave and she waves back.
The cool air of fall brings shorter days and brisk nights. Fragrant flowers are replaced by red, juicy apples growing in the orchard and big, round, orange pumpkins sitting on a vine. She stares out and ponders in amazement, wonder and pride at her two boys as they grow- they strive, they dream, they imagine, they laugh, they cry, they care, they love.
She lays quiet now. Eyes closed. Her boys sit by her side- one hand wrapped gently around hers. The other lay his head gently on her shoulder.
Winter has come. Crisp frozen snow covers the ground. Pure white reflects the suns glow. The winds outside blow softly. The sun sets.
Deeply she takes one last breath. She smiles.

5 comments:

  1. got goosebumps reading that... and brought great images to my mind!

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  2. Good word choices to evoke each season. Thanks for sharing this.

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  3. I have no words except BEAUTIFUL.

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  4. beautiful words, beautiful boys,
    caring and loving mom and dad!

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  5. Kim, that was beautiful! You have such a gift with words! Love you

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