My daughter's clothes tumble through the wash While the world outside clings To the notion of roles and domestic titles Ignoring the pragmatic So much remains to be done And none to do it but the mother Breadwinner, homemaker, emotional laborer For without that, the world would crumble The convenience of machines To simplify our … Continue reading Mama #MondayBlogs
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Blurred Times #MondayBlogs
I am the Mother at all moments fully within my life but the Maiden stirs at times remembering youth and carelessness as the sun melts its way over high blue domes and the earth beneath my feet sets ablaze the Crone peers out behind hair turning all-too-soon white laugh lines her hallmark years flow together … Continue reading Blurred Times #MondayBlogs