Sara says Moon is mad we left,
following her around the house
meowing.
I have not called.
It passed my mind,
like a street car several times.
I'm sorry for not calling, I tell her -
sad, self absorbed in my own happiness -
actually forgetting for moments,
forgetting for moments! -
I am a mother.
For years being a mom was me,
the most important, worthwhile part of myself.
We've talked of living on the same block,
my three children with their families
and me and my happiness -
my happiness I'm finding,
will continue to practice
more and more, each day.
My happiness - the greatest gift
I will give my children.
Welcome to Four Lines! I have a goal I would like to write at least four lines of poetry or a haiku every day for the rest of my life. I'm excited about this challenge! Also, along with my daily poem, I will be reading at least four lines of another author's poetry. I'll try to include that here also. So I'm thinking - how difficult can it be to read and then write one poem a day? We will see! - Claudia
All poems on this blog, unless noted, are written by Claudia Callaghan.
© 2011, 2012, 2013, 2014, 2015, 2016, 2017, 2018, 2019, 2020, 2021, 2022, 2023, 2024 Claudia Callaghan
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