When I am a young mother I shall wear puke.
Just a little, on my shoulder to remind me of my babies.
When I am young mother I shall wear stretch marks on my tummy.
Silvery and wavy like the water that surrounded my little ones inside.
I shall also wear babies- on my back, on my front, on my side, in my arms.
Always surrounded by babies and children and arms that need someone to hold.
I will giggle and tickle and enjoy the small moments.
I will sit down rarely to eat, but snack all the time.
Sometimes I will clean plates of others so that nothing is wasted.
I will wear flip flops in the rain to take children to school.
Because sometimes you sleep in and can't find your real shoes.
But I shall remember that I am not homeless, despite the puke and the leftovers and the wet, rainy toes.
I will sleep just a little and always in pieces.
My eyes might be red and surrounded by new lines and soft creases.
But I will not notice, because the mirror takes too long when little hands knock and buzzers go off.
When I am a young mother, I will just be grateful for a lonesome potty.
Sometimes I may yell or cry for no reason.
I will wonder if I am losing myself or my mind in the messes.
Then the children will say, "What is wrong?" and give me a cuddle.
The love will remind me that I did something right.
Amid all the chaos they learned to love mama and think of their family.
Suddenly puke on the shoulder will seem not so bad.
And later I will miss it when my clothes and my windows and my kitchen stays clean.
(I know I am totally NOT a poet. In fact, I never really liked poetry. I don't know how to rhyme and I never understood iambic pentameter or haiku. But I like this poem, "When I Am An Old Woman I Shall Wear Purple" by Jenny Joseph and I thought we deserved one too. Love you mamas!)