Before
When I worked,
When I worked at a Job, that is,
I thought I worked hard.
And I did.
I thought I was anxious.
And I was.
But nowhere near
Nowhere Near as hard as I work now
And nowhere near
As anxious as I am now.
But for some reason
For a very good reason
I am happier now.
Lighter now.
More joyful.
And a wee more playful.
And Liberated.
Feminism has nothin' on me.
I am liberated.
Liberated from the trivialities.
Like worrying about what people think
What they think when I dance my funky dance
Or wear my high heels in the gym
Or play with my child
In the supermarket forgoodnesssake
Or when I tell you, a stranger, what I really think
Like you have the most beautiful hair.
Seriously. Shiny and sexy.
And liberated enough
To smile at your surprise.
I am all these things.
For a very good reason
My child, see, is special needs
And so much more.
SO much more.
So much joy
So much laughter
So much light
He is perfect.
He opened my narrowed eyes
My tight grip
My rocky heart
He taught me to let go
Of narrow expectations
Of trivial worries
Like getting into the right school
Or having the right stroller
Or learning the right musical instrument
At just the right age
So he can get into the right college
And the right job
As if there were such things.
He taught me what really is right
Like playing
And laughing
And enjoying the now
And loving the simple things
The magical things that we take for granted
Like echoes
And doors.
And if you're wondering
Like I probably would have
In another lifetime
No, I wouldn't want a different child
Or an additional child
Because my child is special needs.
Because, you'd know,
Like I do
With all my heart
That I already have the perfect child.
And that makes me
The happiest mother.
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Comments (3)
so appropriate and really said of a special mum... applause to the author of this poem.!!
What a perfect poem it made me cry, believe me it made me cry specially because my child kamagra is autistic, and this poem makes me see the reality in other perspective, I'd like to get that ability to avoid my hurts so that's hard, I hava to get away my trivialities.m10m
What a perfect poem it made me cry, believe
me it made me cry specially because my child kamagra is autistic, and
this poem makes me see the reality in other perspective, I'd like to get
that ability to avoid my hurts so that's hard, I have to get away my
trivialities.m10m