Clearing out drafts and found this gem. Very subjective gem of course. I enjoy my lame attempts at poetry. A way to soothe what ails me. Get feelings out on virtual paper instead of festering.
As a mom, I am full of insecurities. I keep wishing for a do-over. But that is pointless, the kiddos are 30 and 21 years old. None of us wants to go backwards. And besides, the here and now is pretty darn exciting. #ChooseJoy, #NoBiteMe, #NOChooseJoyBitingHurts 🙂
Without further ado and silliness
Pain returns
That really never left
The tears still fall
Full of much regret
No cause for shame
Is what you tell yourself
You did the best you could
Let go
You’re off the hook
J-Dub's Grin and Bear It 
Very nice, but we never let go do we, the moment you hold that Baby for the first time you are Mother for the rest of your Life and maybe even beyond. Merry Christmas to you and your Family and Good Health, Good Luck for the New Year.
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Oh so true Anna. Letting go seems impossible.
I wish you a warm and peaceful holiday season. Cheers to a wonderful 2019. Blink and it’ll be here 🎊🎊🎊
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Thing is, you never are off the hook as a Mom. It’s a life time commitment!
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It is for sure!!
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Hmm. At a poetry group on Saturday, we wrote “regrets” poems. Maybe one for next week?
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