Tuesday, February 7, 2012

I Followed My Daughter On This One

Oh my goodness. I haven't written here in over a month. I've been busy healing my leg and getting back into my work responsibilities and mom privileges (e.g. slave labor...). I also started taking a photo a day (it lasted two weeks, but I'm picking it up again tomorrow), and the forced creativity actually birthed some great photos. Maybe I'll add a slideshow to this blog soon.

Anyway, tonight's blog entry is thanks to my daughter. She wrote a quirky poem using the prompts found here. She won't let me share her poem here, but below is my own poem, based on those same prompts. Quite an enjoyable little piece of creativity for the night. Go ahead and follow the prompts yourself, and post your own poem in the comments!

The Mom
I am fierce (I think)
I wonder about teenage brains
I hear backtalk
I see your messy room
I want some chocolate
I am The Mom

I pretend that the cat advises me and
I feel vaguely amused
I touch your hair when you're sleeping
I worry sometimes that you'd be
  satisfied with living in my basement
I cry when no one's looking
I am The Mom 
I understand that you try hard in school...sometimes
I say things out of frustration...sometimes
I dream about redecorating my life
I try to love you the way you need it
I hope that your mistakes are always redeemed
I am The Mom

...
P.S. In fairness to my kids:
1, My room is also messy.
2. I'm really not concerned about the basement thing.

9 comments:

Elisa said...

Good to see you writing. And, yes, get back to your photo a day project! It's a wonderful way to spark creativity as you've shown recently. Go go go!

Pat Washington said...

Thanks much for stopping by, Elisa!   I don't know why staying in a creative groove is so difficult -- because it certainly is rewarding when I'm in it.  I think it comes down to a combination of fearing that I don't have anything of significance to express and managing daily priorities.  As it is now, I usually ignore my creative side in favor of chasing a dollar until I'm ready to burst....

Mother Riley said...

HoneyI am discerning and persevering
I wonder why some folks won't take God at His Word?
I hear pulsatile tinnitus in my head
I see all my children around my table
I want to be healthy!
I am Honey

I pretend that I can sing opera along with Andrea Bocelli
I feel the days going by too quickly
I touch the steering wheel way too often
I worry that my children don't know how much I truly love them
I cry when I miss my Dad and my brother
I am Honey I understand that God is in control I say "Put your gloves on; it's colder than a well-digger's butt today!" I dream of being skinny (ha-ha!) I try to feed my family healthy meals I hope that all my children will be happy in life I am Honey

Pat Washington said...

Why, Mother Riley.  Hello, Honey!  So nice of you to visit again, and to leave a POEM, even!  We should do this again sometime.

Mother Riley said...

this site messed up my poem format.   boo. 
but the poem was fun.

Pat Washington said...

I think you can go in and edit if you want.
I'm glad you posted, anyway.

Mother Riley said...

How's this:




Honey

I am discerning and persevering I wonder why some folks won't take God at His Word? I hear pulsatile tinnitus in my head I see all my children around my table I want to be healthy! I am HoneyI pretend that I can sing opera along with Andrea Bocelli I feel the days going by too quickly I touch the steering wheel way too often I worry that my children don't know how much I truly love them I cry when I miss my Dad and my brother I am Honey

I understand that God is in control
I say "Put your gloves on; it's colder than a well-digger's butt today!"
I dream of being skinny (ha-ha!)
I try to feed my family healthy meals
I hope that all my children will be happy in life
I am Honey

Mother Riley said...

it did it again! 

Maddie600 said...

Glad to see you're writing again.  So am I!!!  Please come write with me!