When I became a mother, I turned into my mother. An excellent reader, terrible baker, liquid-gold milk maker and formula shaker.
A sleep deprived mule, drunk on love, overwhelmed with shock, where’s that one matching sock? That warmth like the sun, like an ever spinning wheel, longing for the time I’ll enjoy a hot meal.
Like the blackbird singing in the dead of night, I’ll take your broken wings and offer you flight. I’m raw with wonder and etched ‘til the end, so fragile, so small, such a giant, you are it all.
Sugar and salt smothered rock solid malt, hits on that made me really quite fat. A dance of love so crushingly strong, that pang of guilt, have I done something wrong?
That really hot dinner which I thought would be a winner, alas, your new born scent was oh so much sweeter. Wave goodbye to when my body was neater, she’d not known pain from a love so much deeper.
Romeo and Juliet had nothing on us, perhaps after all, it really was lust. Don’t stop the clocks, but pause whilst you can, for one day too soon my boy, you will be a man. Look at the stars and reach further than the sky, my little girl now, too soon, a woman who can fly.
When I became a mother, yes I turned into my mother. Changed forever and drenched in pride, if I’m an ounce of you, bring on the ride. Measure it by magic, soak it all in, for when the clock strikes midnight, a new day will begin.
A Guest Post from Megan Ace for the Don’t Buy Her Flowers, ‘When I became a Mother’ competition, in the lead up to Mother’s Day 2018.
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