by John Stevens

As I sit outside “Motherhood Maternity” store
in the comfy chairs. Waiting for sticky buns,
writing thoughts of what some call poetry.
The little mothers-to-be go in,
smiling and happy.
Some waddle in, others still may have
that FUN coming in the future.
They are fun to observe
all expectant like. Anticipating
the new life growing inside -
BOY? GIRL? Of course some
wanting it OVER – NOW!
And I can see why.

Then, occasionally there is a parent
passing by, ragging on their child
over nothing. Making life miserable
for all within hearing distance.
Destroying the young spirit.
I’ll bet they were not smiling like the others
going into “Motherhood”. Maybe they
are looking forward to eighteen and
want it to happen – NOW! Poor kid.



One Comment to “Motherhood”

  1. admin says:

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    Mari Oct 2, 2010
    What wonderful observations you have made while waiting for your sticky buns, John and how finely you have inked those observations into this bitter-sweet write. So many sweet things to be said about most Moms To Be and then we have the bitter – the parent hell bent on destroying the spirit of her child – very familiar territory to me but the spirit is of a very resilient nature and the more lifetimes lived the stronger and more adaptable the spirit is. A finely expressed write, John – love the natural effortlessly smooth flow and all the different pictures you paint for your reader in the write. Excellent inking John – Tfs……………..

    John Stevens Oct 2, 2010
    I am pleased you like it Mari. You can learn a lot sitting in a mall. Better than going to a zoo. Oh wait it IS a ZOO!
    Neva Flores Oct 2, 2010
    Such truth spoken here. I wish I could go back and raise my daughter again and know what I know now. But don’t we all? Excellent write John :)

    John Stevens Oct 3, 2010
    Thanks Neva. Love covers most of our short comings. The rest are forgotten..
    louis rams Oct 3, 2010
    when you have time to sit in a mall and watch the mothers to be, walking in cheerfully.

    then just forget about the one who rags on her child. for she’ll be that way for quite a while.

    John Stevens Oct 3, 2010
    I take Tony to school at 11:41 and then go walk in the mall. This day my legs would not cooperate after the first half mile. It is also a little time to think and reflect… and obviously write a little.

    louis rams Oct 3, 2010
    the poem is excellent , but the ragging mother is not.
    D Conors Oct 3, 2010
    A wonderful “moment of life” captures that you’re so good at conveying, John!

    John Stevens Oct 3, 2010
    Thanks D. I really appreciate your comments
    Chris G J Smith Oct 4, 2010
    You would think being a mother would be the most precious of things my friend

    John Stevens Oct 4, 2010
    It is. Some don’t think so
    Tracey Oct 4, 2010
    This hits home with me… My son was born with airway and heart issues..We spent the first two years in the hospital. I’d watch people come and go…a baby next to us that was thrown from a window..and oh my heart ached.. So I have seen what you’ve seen..and with a Mothers heart I try everyday to experience life with him in …love… And today he started drivers training ..thank you for sharing this, it really hit home for me~

    John Stevens Oct 4, 2010
    Today I gave a copy of this to the lady who manages “Motherhood”. She loved it. I said, “It is a good thing the comfy chairs were just outside of her store and not “Victoria’s Secrets”. I don’t know what it would have looked like”. I thought she was going to split a seam.

    You are blessed to be sure Tracey. Thanks

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