Sometimes, I Trudge When I Want To Stomp
Sometimes,
I trudge when I want to stomp.
Sometimes,
it is impossible
to walk a flight of stairs,
carry a baby gone boneless,
or make myself
a pot of coffee.
Sometimes,
I am walking in place,
which would be alright
if I had the energy
to enjoy the view.
Sometimes,
I am proud that I have planted a garden
but am ashamed
that weeds are spreading,
like sickness,
through each row.
Today,
I am trudging when I want to stomp
Today, I can't look anyone
in the face,
would rather watch my shadow
stretch across the sidewalk--
it seems to have more to give,
than I do.
Today,
with dishes in the sink and moody children and stories unwritten and a voice that fades in and out,
I am tired
and if I could,
I would fall
heavy as a wet sweatshirt,
back into bed.
Sometimes, I trudge
when I want to stomp,
feel like I am wearing cinder block shoes.
But tomorrow, maybe there will be slippers on my feet
maybe my steps light.
Tomorrow, my shadow might have trouble
keeping pace
Tomorrow, I will stomp my way
across the landscape of the day.
I trudge when I want to stomp.
Sometimes,
it is impossible
to walk a flight of stairs,
carry a baby gone boneless,
or make myself
a pot of coffee.
Sometimes,
I am walking in place,
which would be alright
if I had the energy
to enjoy the view.
Sometimes,
I am proud that I have planted a garden
but am ashamed
that weeds are spreading,
like sickness,
through each row.
Today,
I am trudging when I want to stomp
Today, I can't look anyone
in the face,
would rather watch my shadow
stretch across the sidewalk--
it seems to have more to give,
than I do.
Today,
with dishes in the sink and moody children and stories unwritten and a voice that fades in and out,
I am tired
and if I could,
I would fall
heavy as a wet sweatshirt,
back into bed.
Sometimes, I trudge
when I want to stomp,
feel like I am wearing cinder block shoes.
But tomorrow, maybe there will be slippers on my feet
maybe my steps light.
Tomorrow, my shadow might have trouble
keeping pace
Tomorrow, I will stomp my way
across the landscape of the day.
posted by Cate at 11:57 AM
7 Comments:
Another nice poem. I really enjoyed this, especially the ending which leaves it on a hopeful note.
Thanks, Michelle! I really appreciate your comments!
The great news is that you aren't prechy but more exhortative (is that a word?). And, we like you. My bet is that more than 5 people read you but only 5 are brave enough to comment :)
Michelle,
Thanks again for the comment--I loved it. Also, thanks for linking to me on your site. I haven't quite figured out the link process yet (it's probably very easy and once I can do it, I'll feel very stupid) . . I can't wait to give "a nod" to the sites I read.
Cate,
The linking thing took me a while to figure out. I had to go to the blogger help page and then it made sense. I'm happy to link to sites I read a lot. It's fun building a little community of interesting people.
Zingggg! Connect...awesome!!! This has much the same impact on me as Phenomenal Woman by Maya Angelou!
Don't you ever doubt. Just go. Write.
Ldahl,
That was lovely! I am so grateful for that comment. It means a lot to me! Wow.
Thank you!
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