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Moms View Message Board: Short Stories, Poetry and Articles : The Motherhood Poems
Among my hopes and frequent dreams I often saw a vision Of a child My arms enfolding To protect and guard Against the world's distress. Now deep within me The realization of Those cherished hopes Lies budding and being. That child, The dream that filled My hours of slumber Has come, and soon, My days will be fulfilled. B. V. Dahlen ©
The tidings have arrived. Dreaded, expected, they fall on my heart. You're going again so far, and we must wait. Your son won't know you when you return. His memory is short. He'll learn to walk and you won't be there to hold his hand and guide his explorations. This bed will be arid and vastly chaste. I'll have to learn to dream alone. I'll hang a calendar on my wall, and mark the days until you're back with us. One desperate slash for each lonely day we spend without you. B. V. Dahlen ©
Hey, little boy, where have you been and where pray tell are you going? To fly a kite up to the sky while all the winds are blowing. Hey, little boy, remember me, your mother home, and waiting? Please share with me a dream or two before the time for dating. Hey, little boy, the years are swift. We have so few to share. I'd like to hold you here with me, but I'm not sure I'd dare. The time must pass and you must grow away from me I fear. You're only four years old my son so please stay one more year. Right now you're Mommy's little guy. Too soon you'll be a man. So stay a while, and let me hold these years while still I can. B. V. Dahlen ©
I've used bleach and soap and borax, 'most everything in fact. No matter what I do to them His white socks still look black. Oh why I wonder is it so That there upon those faces Two days before school photographs Instead of teeth there's spaces. I comb his hair And polish shoes. His clothes are neat and clean. The minute he's outside the door The first mud puddle's seen. To sew a patch To kiss a hurt To me it's all a joy. You see It's part of being The mother of a boy. B. V. Dahlen ©
In a night-lighted room two mounds of covers stir with dreams and innocent sleep Patrolling, I check tucked covers, open windows and drafts. Lonely duty rewarded by regular breathing and contented sighs. My children sleep. B. V. Dahlen ©
You awoke tonight from a terrible dream where monsters had held you at bay. Then Mommy came and holding you tight she drove all those monsters away. I only hope that years from now when trouble is all that's in sight you'll turn to me again to see if Mommy can make things go right. I also hope that I deserve the faith that you have in me now to chase the fear and bring the peace of sleep to your tiny brow. B. V. Dahlen ©
I RESOLVE TO use positive reinforcement with the children to improve their behavior. "Johnny, do that again and I'll kill you." I RESOLVE TO learn how and when to say no. "Why I'd love to be Cookie Chairman again this year." I RESOLVE TO take better care of my body. "This is light cheesecake, isn't it?" I RESOLVE TO get more exercise. "Just as soon as I look good in these tights I'm joining an aerobics class." I RESOLVE TO catch up on my correspondence. "If I just change the date and the kids ages, no one will know that it's last year's Christmas letter." I RESOLVE TO plan and prepare wholesome and nutritious meals every day. "Pizza contains choices from all four food groups, Honey." I RESOLVE TO clean out these closets. "This is bound to come back into style, and I know I'll lose this weight." I RESOLVE TO improve my mind. "Do you carry the sequel to Sweet Fury of Passion?" I RESOLVE TO catch up on what's happening in politics and world affairs. "Who spilled the grape juice all over the newspaper again?" I RESOLVE TO read for at least one hour every evening. "So Christopher Robin and Tigger went....." I RESOLVE TO create romantic times to share with my husband. "Yes, Mrs. Wilson, I understand. Just give him some Tylenol and we'll be right home." I RESOLVE TO be more creative with my entertaining. "Now the one who pins the tail closest to where it should be, wins." I RESOLVE TO dress with more style. "This sweater should cover the spaghetti stain." I RESOLVE TO go out and find a fulfilling career, now that the kids are in school. "How fast do you type?" I RESOLVE TO dress for success. "When does it go on sale?" I RESOLVE TO manage our finances better. "They raised the tuition how much?" I RESOLVE TO travel, now that Jack's retired, and see the world. " yes the kids will be here while Jack Junior and Kathy are in Europe." I RESOLVE TO spend more time with my husband now that it's just us again. "Mom, our babysitter backed out. Could you and Dad please.....?" I RESOLVE TO not make any more stupid resolutions. "Ah, finally learning." B. V. Dahlen ©
'Twas two weeks before Christmas And out in the field, The Unit was learning It's weapons to wield. The wives and the kids Back at home were a mess With last minute shopping And gift wrapping, no less While the daddies in tents Were without even beds, The kids were all counting Their gifts in their heads, The moms were still sewing And baking and such, Still chasing the toddler' And screaming, "Don't touch". The tree must be bought And kept hidden away, Then Junior informs you That his class has a play, And "Could you please sew Up a costume real quick". For a moment you feel That you just may be sick. 'Tis the week before Christmas And your hubby is back, Though you know it's not toys He has crammed in his pack, But bundles and bundles Of dirty field gear. All that Daddy wants now Is to relax with a beer So you stand there a moment And wonder perhaps If you had a spare minute, Would you dare to collapse? But deep in your heart With a smile and a tear, You know with the Army It'll happen next year. We were never quite issued, But never-the-less We've become quite adept As we juggle this mess. After all why be grumpy, And sorry and sore, For isn't this all What an Army Wife's for. B. V. Dahlen ©
"It's time for breakfast, Little Man". And Cheerios he gobbles. While dressing, With just one foot Through his underwear, He hobbles. And then the bus stop, So grown up He pretends that I'm Not there And snarls as Mom, As mothers will, Brushes back his hair. The bus arrives, And up he goes Without a backward glance. A lump is forming In my throat, But I don't get a chance To give a hug Or one caress. "Gee! Moms can act So dumb." I'm sure That if he'd had his way I'd never even come. And so my boy, My last born son, Goes off, alone, To school. And I'm left here Behind the bus Feeling like a fool. But I can't help it Can I ? He'll never have to know That his "Dumb Mom" Was crying As she watched The school bus go. B. V. Dahlen ©
The last of the boxes are emptied. The last of your things are unpacked. The time for goodbyes is upon us. Now I call upon all of my tact. You're a man. I can see what's before me. You're a man, And I've helped make it so. You're a man, And it's time now for leaving, But Lord, how it hurts to let go. A job that I've held for two decades Is finally completed and done. A job that I've cherished, The heartaches, The traumas, adventures and fun. I've propped, I've hugged And I've pampered. I've punished and lowered the boom. Held hands at my sides When I wanted to reach. Stepped aside When you needed more room. It's time for us now to be going And you say You'll do fine here alone. One last hug And I rush from your dorm room, Leaving you here to stand on your own. If anyone tells you it's easy Put them down As the worst sort of liar, For they don't give you Watches and banquets When it's time for a Mom to retire. B. V. Dahlen ©
They are all so good. Thanks for posting.
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