Motherhood
Poetry from the beautiful, exhausting, ordinary magic of raising children—from pregnancy and birth to bedtime, growing up, and everything motherhood asks us to carry.
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By daylight she is bottles, laundry, and court paperwork; by moonlight she remembers that creating love inside chaos is its own kind of power.
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Darcy knew a little boy was coming and would carry his name; that knowledge becomes one small piece of peace inside a cruel goodbye.
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Before goodbye arrived, Darcy got to hear the name Theodore Darcy Patrick and know a little boy would carry part of him forward.
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Before February took him, Darcy knew a little boy was coming and would carry his name into the future.
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One day her children may read her story for themselves; she hopes they find a flawed mother who kept showing up with everything she had.
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Each time Gabby says “sister,” Beaner turns toward her, answering with recognition, smiles, and love that needs no translation.
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Every time Gabby says “sister,” Beaner looks up, as though love has a language older than words.
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Gabby keeps saying “sister,” and Beaner answers with her eyes—a conversation built from recognition instead of sentences.
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Theo does not simply climb; he meets the world like an invitation, reaching higher with the fearless curiosity that earned him the nickname Monkey.
