clipping digital
coupons
entertaining children
with my drawing
skills
(at least someone
appreciates
them)
baking bread
washing dishes
cooking meals
wiping butts
dreaming
of
being
fabulous
while living life
in the body
of a low income
middle aged
single
mother
of four
i took the bait
without seeing the
trap
i made my nest
without seeing the
cage
now i sing my
song
but
nobody
hears
me.
more moping.
you would think, after thirteen years, i would have a hang of this motherhood thing.
but no.
i still look & wonder & cry that i am alone at it.
alone & broken.
maybe in a parallel universe i have a supportive husband who did not make my life hell for shits & giggles.
maybe in the parallel universe, being a mom does not feel like a trap & a cage.
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Your art and words still rock. You are giving your children an everyday look at a modern hero and dreamer. As your art and your children both work their way into the world, you are less and less alone by extension. Not to discount those feelings. Life in our separate shells is often pretty lonesome. Keep at the Things! They are always a’ changin’…
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thank you!
i do agree with you & am working towards creating a community & change. some days are just harder than others, & it definitely helps to do a bit of “art therapy” around it. ❤
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we hear your song and open our arms to your magic
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thank you!
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