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Why can’t I stop eating biscuits? I really don’t need any more My evening treat before bedtime And now there are crumbs on the floor Why can’t I stop eating biscuits? Perhaps it’s because I’m so tired Constantly juggling and cleaning up mess My kids might just have to be fired Why can’t I stop eating biscuits? They’re the only thing getting me through a day of washing and tidying Never-ending this list of ‘to-do’ Why can’t I stop eating biscuits while breastfeeding baby in bed? She just doesn’t seem to be settling ...

Too old, is what people will say Too old to want mummy kisses for a hurt Too old for comforting with some golden milk Too old to come into my bed at night But as I look down on your sleeping face My heart skips a beat and my eyes weep Too small, is what I want to say Too small to want to walk ahead of me Too small to decide you don't need my hand Too small to fall asleep alone So I'll hold you a little closer for...

Here you are, my precious child, The one who stole my heart. You’re not the first, you are the last, The missing family part. Your brother, Was once as small as you, The days are in the past Your Sister, Was once our baby girl She is growing up too fast. Stop now child, And let me stare, I’m not ready for you to grow. Time has snatched, The days gone by, And I want to take things slow. I’ll hold you close, A little longer, So I can enjoy your smell. Close...

I've fed you here, I've fed you there I've fed you when you pulled my hair In a bed, on a chair At the beach, with sand everywhere Kensington palace, London town Not once have we received a frown In the garden, on a plane With feeding, for us, there is no shame Posh restaurants or cooking dinner Mummy's milk always a winner In the car, at the zoo Its the most natural thing to do You've pinched me, bit me, Scratched me, hit me Loved me, cuddled me, Snuggled me, kissed me Sometimes easy, sometimes hard But...

Sometimes I hide out When all hell is breaking loose When the kids have trashed the front room And now they’re fighting over juice I’ll hide out in the kitchen And I’ll open up my phone I’ll scroll right through my Facebook But I’ll soon begin to groan That girl I went to school with Has lost 10 lbs I see She’s feeling good, she’s looking great Then I look back at me All out of shape No makeup on, my hair scraped in a bun Snot wipes and sticky finger marks And...

Welcome to ‘The Mother Side’! I can see your fairly new. You look like you could use some rest, come sit and take a pew. You might never have thought you’d be here, You may have always known that you would, But nothing could have prepared you for this journey they call ‘Motherhood’. You’ll find a lot of women here, In a similar boat to you, Swimming in an endless sea of dribble, sick and poo. We’re here to help each other, So if you ever need advice, From how to sooth a...

How could it be possible? To love another as I love you? But now I see, the love need not be shared Instead the heart grows larger Now there’s enough for two And what is this, this new love That I didn’t feel before A by-product of sibling love You look after her, nurture and protect And she looks up to you, follows and depends A special gift from the mother side A lifelong bond, forever friends. © Rebecca Sherry Author bio: I'm 37, married with two beautiful children (so far). I work 4 days...

I've always listened to my mother's advice, Sometimes it's unfair, too harsh, sometimes nice. Always take note, listen to what she has to say, Remember she was my age back in the day. 'Mum knows best' it's what we know, After all she's taught me everything, to laugh, walk and grow. My Mum's at a decent age and has lots of memories to share, From when she was little and to how she came to name me 'Claire' I'm the youngest, 1 of 4 but I reckon if Mum had...

As I lay here next to you and watch you sleeping, I stare at your face as it twitches with dreams. I stare and I wonder who you will become, my beautiful daughter with me as your mum. What will you look like in 10 years time? What will be your favourite colour, favourite song and favourite food? What will you do when you're in a bad mood? Will you love animals, music or art? Will you be kind and caring and smart? What will you like to do in...