The following is written by a guest blogger. The opinions expressed here are those of the writer and do not reflect the opinions of Bob Lacey, Sheri Lynch or the Bob & Sheri show.
“The Bird Flies from my Hand”
-a poem for my daughter
Our beginning seems so long ago, and yet, somehow like yesterday
A nervous me
A brand new you
Just us,
as it would be
I held you in the soft moon light,
and laid you on my lap
Unwrapped the gift that you would be
Searched you over like a map
I opened one side of your blanket,
then the other after that,
then finally your tiny feet
I took you in, and
In silence we both sat
My baby
I was a mother now
Responsible from there
I took a breath
I traced your cheeks,
and touched your jet black hair
Then I wrapped you back up tight,
and couldn’t sleep for fear
I’d do you wrong,
and choose the path
that took us too far from here
I brought you home to a tiny place
A house simple, without fuss
We made our life
I washed your hair
You tugged my hand,
and
We made us
I watched myself be made new
As you grew from babe to child
I’ve loved you for the way you’ve added
Calm into my Wild
When you hold your baby at first,
you feel you face forever
Like those tiny infant days will go on and on
and change will not come
ever
Crooked bangs and milk streaked lips
Band aid boxes and Tooth Fairies
It is a subtle way that these simple beauties every darkness buries
But then one day you exhale the very last of baby breaths
You realize that what’s left to breathe is the air of deeper depths
That tiny grip has long let go,
The little feet have run ahead
One day your job – it feels done
But now who you were is dead
Because
That child,
she transformed you
She made you who you are
She swept in like faint glimmer
And turned into a star
This week my beautiful first baby girl steps into a life that is new
The days between that hospital room and her wedding seem far too few
This week I do The Letting Go
The bird flies from my hand
I’ve made our nest
Plucked from my own down
Now I watch her soar from land
Mom Outnumbered
Hi! My name is Kerri Green; Wife to Justin, and mother to four highly entertaining daughters -Alena, Chloe, Tessa, and Paige. I am an artist, a writer, a daycare provider, a lover of people, a believer that there is humor and beauty in all things, and the author of Mom Outnumbered; a blog about real family life, and my observations of it. My goal is to make people laugh, to be there for them when they cry, and most importantly, to let them know that they are not at all alone in this up and down world. I live with my family in Sebastopol California, and I am opening the window into our life. So welcome! Come in. Sit down. Just please don’t mind the mysterious wet spots.
