Who Knows?

chatter from the pool cabin

Originally I didn’t start this blog to post poetry, but since that’s what I’ve been writing my whole life, or at least the past million years – that’s what became comfortable. Well, I’m past that. Life is not comfortable and in this day and political atmosphere, there is nothing easy about my comfort level when writing. I want so much for the future. I am a woman, a wife, a mother, and now a grandmother of four under the age of six, with the oldest being five. I’m invested in the future and don’t really know how to navigate. I’m smart, educated, employed and worried. That should sum it up for a lot of people. And…I care, I honestly care. So what am I going to do with this? I don’t know. This will be continued.

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Who Knows?

Originally I didn’t start this blog to post poetry, but since that’s what I’ve been writing my whole life, or at least the past million years – that’s what became comfortable. Well, I’m past that. Life is not comfortable and in this day and political atmosphere, there is nothing easy about my comfort level when writing. I want so much for the future. I am a woman, a wife, a mother, and now a grandmother of four under the age of six, with the oldest being five. I’m invested in the future and don’t really know how to navigate. I’m smart, educated, employed and worried. That should sum it up for a lot of people. And…I care, I honestly care. So what am I going to do with this? I don’t know. This will be continued.

A Child’s Birth

 

All the pain

and grueling struggle,

to bring you here

was worth the trouble.

 

When your head appeared,

we were both intrigued,

and as you slipped forth

I’ve never felt so relieved!

 

We counted your fingers,

and tugged at your toes,

we felt your smooth skin,

then we touched your pink nose!

 

I wanted to cry

but my throat felt so tight,

I had longed for the day

we could kiss you good-night!

KEHN

Happy Birthday Sarah Anne

 

I Bleed Too

Your words,

cutting through my soul

making my spirit bleed

tears waiting to fall.

You have

no idea of my pain,

as my chest heaves heavy,

my mind cluttered.

Did I?

Did I bring on this hate?

Without ever knowing  your past

your pain?

Never would I

no reason no personal gain,

or agenda do I have,

only the pain

of your words.

KEHN