( a poem about change, and the moments we can’t keep ) Change A gift of life For Change gives us Momentary awareness Every event Every story Every hug and kiss Is temporary For nothing repeats itself Yet everything is open to Possibility And therein lies The true gift of life Sophie ...
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All Will Be Well
( a poem for the days your mind won’t settle ) Life is so full and fresh New opportunities, new dreams Just being, simply knowing That all will be well Regardless what happens Darling girl Yes, all will be well Sophie Slosarczyk More poems for this feeling: visit the Poem Library. ...
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Struggling to Slow Down? 40+ Seasonal Motherhood Rituals for Autumn Evenings
The evenings are drawing in aren't they? Maybe you’re noticing it as you hurry home from after school clubs or trying to make dinner while someone pesters for a snack, a story, a different cup, a cuddle, and, oh, where are my shoes? Perhaps the light has gone before you’ve finished the day ...
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5 Year Old
( a poem for the child who is, right now, utterly perfect ) The 5 year old is a treasure to behold As he lay his head on my lap this evening I took in his beautiful youth The curve of his button-nose The flawless skin and sparkling eyes The world has not yet soured him He is, in fact, perfect A ...
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Time Going
( a poem for when the years fly by ) Where is the time going? He’s now walking, albeit it wobbly And he’s now in preschool Only yesterday Wrapped in a swaddle in my arms, newborn Where is the time going? Yet again, the dishes are dirty The floor is strewn with Duplo And I am here, not ...
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Early Days
( a poem for the slow, lazy days with a little one ) Oh the early days The lazy ways An endless summer Heat, all a haze The cuddles, the sways The looks and the nuzzles The kisses & cuddles Never cease to amaze What a treat, a delight What treasures alight A mother And her child The mother ...
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Soak Up
( a poem for soaking up the baby days ) Go soak up that gorgeous baby of yours mamaThe scent, the softness, the smiles, the dramaIt’s not too good to be true you knowThey’re realThey’re rawUntouchedPureIn every sense of the wordEvery nuzzle and whimper heardLap this time up mamaOur babies grow ...
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Transfixed
( a poem for when you can’t stop looking at them ) I look at you in detail Transfixed, mesmerized, For you - are the miracle to behold One of exquisite beauty, flawless Intricate and soft my baby - now a boy! The rolls slowly give way to muscle Baby fat melts along with my heart Which ever so ...
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Six Years New
( a poem for the one who got us through ) Six years of marriage to you It's Iron - this one I thought you knew But perhaps you don't know? Just how much I love you so Here, read, now, below This year I almost lost you To a wave that took your heart and soul Yet the goal I know Was not to take ...
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Mothers
( a poem for what really matters ) I will never say I wish I’d worked harder When all I had to do was hold you I will never say I was too bored or too tired When all I have in fact, is you I will always, always say I love you Because that’s what mothers do Sophie More poems for this ...
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A Mother’s Heart
( a poem for the September they start school ) Oh it breaks my heart you’re growing up,My B, my babyI love you to the ends of the earth, tears fall as I write this!For I know before long, September will be here, and I will somewhat have to let you goTo school - to be influenced by someone elseI ...
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Little Fingers
( a poem for holding on to babyhood ) Little fingers and chubby thumbs are still there I am clinging on Grasping babyhood as it slips through my fingers Indeed It goes fast But only when you look back Flicking through photos and books from yesteryear Wondering Was I present enough? Did I love ...
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