Badges of Honor

dying vines,looking down a wall,vines growing on a wall,

Badges of Honor

Badges of honor streak my side,
A physical battle taken in stride.
Marks of mothering plain to see,
Months of carrying life show on me.
Hours of laboring to bring forth a soul,
Mark the motherhood that I now hold.
Of which some would be grateful to have,
I wear that notion like a healing salve.


I wrote this a long time ago. I was going to wait to share a lot of my poems until I could write a book, but I don’t see a book of motherhood poetry selling well (I don’t want to self-publish,Β I want a company to do it.). Also, I will not be done writing my mommy poetry for probably another 20 years.


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