Mama Made A Dinner
(2015)
Mama made a dinner
For her wee little kids
They whined and they cried
That they didn’t have any bowls
And Mama said,
“You can get yourself a bowl”
So they got themselves bowls.
She brought the food
To the table
They whined and they cried
That they didn’t have any spoons.
And Mama said,
“You got yourself a bowl,
And you can get yourself a spoon.”
So they got themselves spoons.
But then they wanted a cup
To drink out of.
So they whined and they cried
That they didn’t have any cups.
And Mama said,
“You got yourself a bowl,
You got yourself a spoon,
And you can get yourself a cup.”
So they got themselves cups.
Then they wanted water
In their wee little cups.
So they whined and they cried
That they didn’t have any water.
And Mama said,
“You got yourself a bowl,
You got yourself a spoon,
You got yourself a cup,
And you can get yourself some water.”
So they poured themselves some water.
But then they got a little messy
And wanted a bib
So they whined and they cried
That they didn’t have any bibs.
And Mama said,
“You got yourself a bowl,
You got yourself a spoon,
You got yourself a cup,
You got yourself some water,
And you can get yourself a bib.”
So they got bibs.
Then Mama cleaned up dinner
And it was time to sleep.
So they whined and they cried
That it was time for bed.
And Mama said,
“You got yourself a bowl,
You got yourself a spoon,
You got yourself a cup,
You got yourself some water,
You got yourself a bib,
And you can get yourself in bed.”
So they got in bed.
Then Mama turned out the lights
But they really wanted snuggles.
So they whined and they cried
That they needed snuggles.
And Mama said,
“You got yourself a bowl,
You got yourself a spoon,
You got yourself a cup,
You got yourself some water,
You got yourself a bib,
You got yourself in bed,
And you can get yourself some snuggles.”
So they snuggled themselves to sleep in Mama’s arms.
Tag Archives: Motherhood
Cakes on Ash Wednesday
Cakes on Ash Wednesday (February 17th, 2021) I made cakes on Ash Wednesday. I measured and cracked and melted, I mixed and poured and beat, I folded and poured into pans, All the while pondering the irony: Their sticky fingers and chocolate mustaches On this, of all days! And yet I reminisce what these are for: All the months of suffering, Walking a lonely road of bearing life, Bleeding, dying - to give birth to these children. And even as I prepare to walk the desert road, I recall how I, too, have had desert times; How I, too, have given my life. I, too, have nourished children with my body. I remember those times I have trod Christ’s path, Not just for six weeks of remembrance But nine months three times over - plus some. And as I prepare to have my forehead marked, I cannot help but smile - - I made cakes on Ash Wednesday.
(We have two February birthdays, and sometimes they fall in Lent and sometimes they don’t. It always makes me chuckle a little when they do.)
Sweet Atrocities
Sweet Atrocities
(January 5th, 2022)
For g.a.c.
Sometimes a quiet "I love you"
Is whispered from the grave
In this case:
Childish ornaments
Crafted with love and
Duct tape and pinecones,
Perler beads and pony beads,
Glitter and string and yarn.
I can just imagine
My young, glowing eyes
As she unwrapped
These sweet atrocities.
And when Christmas was over,
As she did year and again,
Wrapped lovingly in ancient tissue paper,
She placed them in the
Box of "Geri's Ornaments",
One last time for me to find
Twenty-three years later.
As I wrap up my own
Sweetly made atrocities
And think on the
Love of my children,
My tired, motherless heart
Feels a glimmer, a whisper
Of love from the grave.
(The ornaments have been taken down, gone through, purged, and put away. But not without memories. Yesterday would have been her 72nd birthday. Happy birthday, Mom! Thanks for the whisper.)
Flutter Bye
Flutter Bye
(August 8th, 2020)
for c.c.a.
Lullabye
Love a bye
Your flutter-eyes
Flutter bye
Drifting by
Like a butterfly
Into Sleep’s dream sky
Lullabye
Love a bye
Your little lashes
Flutter nigh
(Few things have I loved more than snuggling my little ones to sleep. Not a moment wasted or regretted. And, just to be real, there are certainly nights I have loathed it too, which is usually when I haven’t taken care of myself or they’re just not sleepy enough.)
View From Mama’s Wrap
View From Mama’s Wrap (June 25th, 2013) For A.T.A. Safely perched way up high Watching people, trees, and cars go by I can see the ground and the sky In this view from Mama's wrap Snuggled close I can rest and eat Or just watch while kicking my feet What a joy! What a treat! This view from Mama's wrap! In the cold I stay warm I am held away from harm Even safe from bugs that swarm In this view from Mama's wrap Still too small to be alone Where you are, there is home Over our world do my eyes roam In this view from Mama's wrap One day my feet will walk the ground And then I will move all around But for now I'll keep safe and sound In this view from Mama's wrap
Already Small
Already Small (June 16th, 2014) Already small Yet I tower over you Learning so much Yet I act like you’re dumb Aching for closeness Yet I push you away Striving for confidence Yet I tell you “You can’t” Ears that hear everything Yet I storm and I yell Skin so soft Yet I’ve touched it too hard Hands that could heal Yet I’ve let them do harm A voice so soft Yet I’ve told it to hush A mind so busy Yet I’ve told it to stop Feet still unsteady Yet I’m remiss to help My feet so big Yet they still fit in your shoes
(I remember writing this shortly after reading “Raising Our Children, Raising Ourselves”, and realizing how immature I still was, how my own childhood trauma had stunted my maturation in particular ways. I didn’t realize I was going through postpartum depression as well.)
We Go Walking to the Park
We Go Walking to the Park (August 14th, 2014) We go walking to the park My little heart-strings and I Pitter-patter, trip and fall Scraped knee, sad cry Skip into the grass Try to climb a tree Smell the blooming flowers Grasp at hanging leaves Racing ahead the sidewalk Or trudging slow behind Sometimes quick and cheery Sometimes slow and resigned Climb up every stair Balance on every garden wall Giggle with delight I’ll hold your hand so your won’t fall
(When my oldest two were younger we could walk to the park from our house. There was a garden wall they always had to balance on – there and back.)
Rough Days
Rough Days (May 22nd, 2013) Rough days! Rough days! Too many tears One too many whines The baby won't nap And the toddler's unkind Rough days! The baby just cries And the toddler spills A mess in every corner With needs too big to fill Rough days! Mama's voice too harsh Mama's hands not gentle Mama's head is frustrated Like a boiling kettle Rough days! The paint on the floor Tracked footprints inside The fly on the food The dirt on the slide Rough days! The grace that was forgotten For others and self Let's just sit down quiet And pick a book off the shelf Rough days!
(Written during the height of postpartum depression days. Those blurry days were so rough, and I am so thankful they are behind us. Yet, I am also thankful I went through them. The knowledge and compassion learned by growing through that will always go with me, and be a part of my birth work as long as I am able to be present in that world.)
Mothers Dear
Mothers Dear
(April 11th, 2021)
When I think of
The mothers dear
I grieve
That I’ve not any
But then I think of
The mothers I’ve loved
And realize
I’ve had many
Today Foretold of Summer
Today Foretold of Summer
(May 2nd, 2020)
Today foretold of summer
Hot sun upon our backs
Pulling weeds from the glen
Filling bucket after bucket
Dark earth sifted in my fingers
Pressing moist between my toes
Breathing air fresh from the trees
Nurturing all below
Little hands worked hard with mine
Working-games with glee
What fun it is to work the earth
While small ones work beside me!