The jibber jabber of syllables that have yet to make sense being followed around the house by a steady pitter patter of tiny feet Is it the price of motherhood to be needed at all times and wanted in the middle of the night yet, the moment a playmate arrives to be instantly pushed aside Inhaling big deep breaths, holding it all down or should I loose myself to the breathless chants of M-o-o-o-m when my resting face has become a frown I cry a little each time I hear someone say; these are the best of years and they're not here to stay so even though it feels like my back is splitting a couple of Legos and building blocks I'm picking they tell me it's not for long before the house will be spic and span that jibber jabber and pitter patter will soon be gone replaced by long silences holding echoes of an occasional ringing of the phone cradled in my palms I return them to their boxes A tiny smile plays on my lips and I say; Not in this nest I'm not afraid of a little bit of loneliness for I've known the birds who soar away far and wide at dawn always find their way back at sundown.
Yours Truly,
Zahra.G
Oooo this was lovely and amazing, aunty Z!!
Jibber jabber is a cool word thing, I like it! Rhymes perfectly with pitter patter. I could almost feel the chaos in the poem haha. I really wonder sometimes if I'll be able to handle the challenges that come with parenthood (gotta find a special someone before worrying about that lol), and it's certainly the case that I will have a much easier time being a guy. But then I think that nobody is ever truly ready and they just have to build the resilience as the days come.
Anyways, this was a splendid read. May your children and family be blessed immensely, and may the chicks grow into mighty eagles herons pelican spoonbills kingfishers hummingbirds loons, and may they all come back home at sundown, someday soon with their own little chicks in tow.
Thank you for reading this Afra! 😊