• Today is different on the blog. I wrote a poem and wanted to share it with you all. If you are mothers you will understand (especially if your kids are older, if they are very young, you will grow to understand):

Mothers Talk:

I hear the mothers talk

in my heart now.

It was there before, but not as loud.

Before it was a whisper,

white noise I could

work around.

It has grown more profound.

It stalks me when my children

aren't around and says

"get use to this- it's coming"

I get irritated at the dirt and the smells

at the quarrels (yeah, fights)

the civil disobediance

and smart mouth replies.

I bitch and I moan and sometimes I cry...

But I hear the mothers talk

more clear and more sound,

reminding me forever is an illusion,

that one day they won't be around.

So... I pick up the dirt and spray out the smells

I talk through the fights (okay, sometimes I YELL)

I encourage obediance

and kiss the smart mouths

I bitch and I moan and sometimes I cry

knowing my babies are learning to fly!

~DAWN

• Journal entry: It's about that universal mother whispering in your ear, "your kids are growing up and won't be yours forever- enjoy all aspects of them:. In other words embrace the bad with the good because you love them. My oldest inspired this poem because I realize he is growing up and away from me at the same time (inevitable, yes and hard).

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