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Mother

Dearest mother, I’ve fallen in and out of love more times than I can gather And where have you been through it all? dearest love, sincerest mother Breasts I once clung to But was never allowed to tether Dearest mother, mommy, please Where have you been? Nudged from the nest ‘Cause you thought indulgent affection was a sin So I learned to fly and never to crawl Never to be weak and on my knees, Never given permission to bawl Where have you been? Through it all. Mother Not just a noun, but a verb Beloved mother, Be loved. If not by me then please, Lord, by another. I pray by me, one day, Concurrent mother and daughter. Image by Juarte Cesnaite Thanks for reading! If you enjoy Raising Mothers, please consider making a one-time or recurring contribution to help us remain ad-free. If even a fraction of subscribers signed up to contribute $1 per month, Raising Mothers could be self-sustaining!

Some Mothers III

Some Some mothers Some mothers are black Some mothers are black and Some mothers are black and blue Some mothers are black and blue on Some mothers are black and blue on the Some mothers are black and blue on the outside Some mothers are black and blue on the outside and Some mothers are black and blue on the outside and inside Some mothers are black and blue on the outside and inside and Some mothers are black and blue on the outside and inside and have Some mothers are black and blue on the outside and inside and have to Some mothers are black and blue on the outside and inside and have to choke Some mothers are black and blue on the outside and inside and have to choke back Their Some mothers are black and blue on the outside and inside and have to choke back  Their fury Some mothers are black and blue on the outside and inside and have to choke back Their fury and Some mothers are black and blue …

Momma Drama

Do you think mother Earth has momma drama               or a mother wound the same way so many of us do? Think she’s got shit to has out              with the root of the life source from which she once drew? Think she’s acting tough              pretending not to need her mother’s love               Letting the fruit bowl apology rot? Thanks for reading! If you enjoy Raising Mothers, please consider making a one-time or recurring contribution to help us remain ad-free. If even a fraction of subscribers signed up to contribute $1 per month, Raising Mothers could be self-sustaining!

Some Mothers II

Some Some mothers Some mothers spend Some mothers spend every Some mothers spend every moment Some mothers spend every moment waiting Some mothers spend every moment waiting for Some mothers spend every moment waiting for the Some mothers spend every moment waiting for the message Some mothers spend every moment waiting for the message that Some mothers spend every moment waiting for the message that reads Some mothers spend every moment waiting for the message that reads Hello Some mothers spend every moment waiting for the message that reads Hello Mama Some mothers spend every moment waiting for the message that reads Hello Mama I Some mothers spend every moment waiting for the message that reads Hello Mama I am Some mothers spend every moment waiting for the message that reads Hello Mama I am safe Image by Niklas Kickl Thanks for reading! If you enjoy Raising Mothers, please consider making a one-time or recurring contribution to help us remain ad-free. If even a fraction of subscribers signed up to contribute $1 per month, Raising …

Taking My Daughter to the ER

Standing in front of the mirror facing my own wilted reflection I’m practicing what to say to get you admitted to convince the doctor both that you don’t want to live and that your life is worth saving. I make my list of evidence knowing that it will probably not be enough, so in spite of my exhaustion, my terror, my extraordinary stage fright, in spite of the fact that all I want is to hold my child until I know she is safe, I work on my theatre. Why is it that without hesitation, we always go to the ER when our bones splinter and break, when there is strange or unusual pain, or when our lungs clench like a fist? We trust that we will be mended or saved if we can be. Today I bring you to the ER hoping to convince someone with the power to save you that although your body is in tact you are not                you are breaking you are filled with …