April 7, 2016

 

No matter what

I’ll end up short.

Not enough love

Emitted I’m told

 

A mom can never

Find the balance.

I’m too much

Or too little

Everyday.

 

This is Poem #55 from the  Poem (almost) Everyday Project. Starting in mid-January 2016, I decided for one year to wake mornings and write a poem before my first cup of coffee on each day that I didn’t teach. I was working part-time then, so in the end I wrote 241 poems.  These are second drafts of  those pieces copied directly from my journal with minimal editing from their “vomit draft” state.

 

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