Being Mommy

I have spent time reflecting on the wonders of motherhood lately, I love being mom to my sons. I know that I have talked about my children on several occasions here, but I cannot help myself. They are an enormous part of who I am and who I will become. As they grow and change I also grow and change.
By no means do I mean to say that I am comprised of mostly my "mommy" characteristics, I only mean to say that being mom to two boys has made up a great deal of who I have become.
I was initially a bit wary of raising a boy, since I had spent most of my life until my son's birth around girls. I am the oldest of three girls and of eight grandchildren on my mother's side, there were only two boys. So, when my bouncing baby boy came into my life I was, understandably, slightly overwhelmed by the task before me.
That being said, I have settled into this role I have been placed into and I love my boys like nothing else in this world. I cannot imagine my life without them in it.
A while back I wrote this poem for my youngest son, whom I have found the most challenging in temperament, and whom I often find myself most frustrated with, but I love him no less than his older brother. Honestly, his ability to challenge me is good for me and forces me to find new ways to approach parenting and exercise patience.
So now that I have rambled on about being a mom and my fabulous sons I will move on to the end and give you the poem. Please, enjoy and have a blessed day!

For My Son

He chases dandelion fluff,
He dances with bubbles in the air.
He chases his hero, his knight so tough,
with sunlight shinning in his hair.
With dimples dancing upon his cheeks,
sparkles glinting within his eyes,
and a mouth from which laughter leaks
he plays as if he owns the skies.
So, keeping my little love from harm,
I watch all around,
for danger coming from up afar
to that which may strike from the ground.
All the while he plucks flowers of yellow
and plays with every bug,
thinking them funny fellows.
Oh, my child, my child, my precious dear,
how I love you so!
I'll revel in your smiles so dear
and watch you as you grow.
-Constance

New Phases

I have begun a new phase in my life recently. A lot has changed and many changes are coming still. I will not be going into those at the moment, but I will say that as I have evaluated my life I have found much about my life that I wish to change, and I have begun making them.
In celebration of these changes I'm posting a newer piece of mine here and will do my level best to post more often (I promise!)
So, without further ado my new post and my new poem!

Killing Kindness

I'm gonna hit you
Like a bullet between the eyes,
With kindness.
I'm gonna slay you
With my eyes,
Filled with joy and light.
I'm gonna kill you with my kindness.

I'm gonna hurt you and you're gonna like it.
I'm gonna kill you with kindness, darling.
You're gonna like it.

I'm gonna melt you with warmth,
With my arms around you.
I'm gonna love your flaws
With all of my flaws.
We're gonna be amazing
After I break you down.
I'm gonna kill you with kindness.

I'll put you back together
While I rebuild me.
My kindness is growing
Please don't flee.
-Constance

There it is! I hope you enjoyed reading it and getting to know this small piece of me.

Negligence

I am a supremely negligent blogger. I honestly am. I am not, however, negligent of my creativity. I have written a great deal over the time that I have been absent from my blog.
My negligence has been 90% laziness and 10% lack of any real desire to post. If you are reading this blog I would joyfully welcome some feedback to help with that motivation please. Even if it is only to say you are unimpressed I would appreciate the honest opinion.
Either way.I am determined, once again, begin posting my work. That being said, I have selected a piece I wrote about myself and the fear involved in sharing my work.
It is an honestly terrifying and daunting prospect each and every time I post a poem I have written. I am literally putting a piece of my innermost self out for the world to see. It's an intimidating undertaking each and every time and it never ceases to rattle my nerves a bit.
So with an apology for my extended absence and without further delay I give you a new poem!

Of Me

I think in color and light.
I imagine in musical sound.
Chaos is my inspiration.
My soul writes it down.

Ingrained in my being
Is an artwork so rare
To show it to you
I must lay myself bare.

One small line at a time.
One lofty note after another.
Until you've seen me as I am.
Sister, daughter, mother, lover.

It is a naked portrait.
Can I still hide?

-Constance

There you have it! Love it? Hate it? Let me know!