Category: Creative Writing

Little Feet – Poetic Musings Of A Mom During Naptime

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“WINTER IS COMING”, and with that, I find myself under the weather sipping on some delicious echinacea with elderberry hot tea to soothe my sore throat. I’m also presently cuddling under blankets marathoning some Netflix shows whilst the kiddos nap. Isn’t it fantastic? Nap-time is seriously my “introvert re-charge” of the day, I either nap, journal, binge-watch shows, or play around on facebook (who am I kidding, I’m a modern parent, I could shamelessly blow hours just Facebooking and socializing via online mediums).  Am I right?

During one of my little ones’ naptimes, I wrote this poem thinking about the hours each day they are not sleeping. I thought about how busy life is with children, and also how brief this season of my life is. A friend once told me, “The days are long, but the years are short,” which I later found out to be a quote from “The Happiness Project” by author Gretchen Rubin. I find those words to be so true! I am going to look back one day and it will all just be a memory. I want to cherish and hold fast to every moment, good and bad, for they make up my world and my story.

Hope you enjoy! Vulnerability and personal post #2 of the week! So, without further ado, I introduce to you, dear reader, a little free-verse poem called “Little Feet”. 

Little Feet

Excited feet patter around me.

The delightful sound of six little feet

Never escapes my pictures of memories.

 

I savor and soak in the moment,

Let is flow through me.

Soon,

Very soon,

These feet will be grown,

And have little feet all of their own.

 

The days will blur by into years,

And I will have just these moments,

These smudgy faces of dirty glee

To hold tight to

When the years pull me on.

 

I love these little feet surrounding me,

They have sewn my wounded soul.

My broken edges have become soldered complete.

 

So with the sunshine of tranquility,

I just sit and listen

To the little precious feet that patter around me.

By: Rebekah Clark 

Thanks so much for reading!

What are some things you will miss once this season of having young children in the home is over? I look forward to hearing back in the comments!

Had to share this photo of my gorgeous "foot model" for my title photo on this post! Isn't she the cutest? hee hee
Had to share this photo of my gorgeous “foot model” for my title photo on this post! Isn’t she the cutest? hee hee

 

With Great Affection,

Rebekah Clark

The Question

The Question Poem Title

Happy holiday season, beloveds! Whether you celebrate traditional Christmas or something else. I wish you nothing but a season of love and peace.

I am currently in school working towards my BSN in English, and I took a creative writing course this past semester. This was my final poem that I wrote for the semester, and thought I would be vulnerable and share it with all of you, my favorite people! Hope you enjoy!

 

The Question

When one ponders the meaning of life,

Many things will come to each individual’s mind.

What is life to you?

What is life to me?

It varies for the souls this question conceives,

But the answer within my own bosom

Doth adamantly proceed.

 

Life is a journey,

An adventure of sorts.

Not the kind in the fairy tales,

But more practical of course.

 

There are highs,

There are lows.

There are mountains,

There are valleys.

There is pride,

There is humility.

There is generosity,

There is selfishness.

There is love,

There is fear.

 

Oh.

Did you think I would say hate

In antagonistic accompaniment with love?

My dear kindred spirit,

I must teach you a truth

I found within my own soul.

The very root of hate

Is

Fear.

 

Fear,

Both unabated and enflamed,

Is a dangerous poison

That both wrecks each soul and decimates.

 

So what is life to me?

Life is an unadulterated melody of changing notes.

It composes a symphony of harmonious cacophony,

Intertwined in a collision of brilliant life forces,

That are the souls each human tragically and blessedly doth possess.

 

Now only one question must remain,

What is life to you?

If you don’t know,

Just breathe,

For I believe that the answer

Not only lies within you,

The answer IS you.

 

So again I ask,

What is life to you?

By: Rebekah Clark

 

So, what is the meaning of life to you?

I would love to hear your thoughts in the comments below, beloved reader.

Thank you so much for reading!

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With great affection,

Rebekah M. Clark