- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Tomorrow, My Babies
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My head rests heavy on a wet pillow of guilt.
Trying to swallow but choking on regret,
wrapped in a blanket of shame.
Thoughts of redemption found in tomorrow
finally let me sleep.
But I wake to a today that feels like a yesterday,
and I fail you again.
I am sorry and I'm sorry.
Please, forgive me one more day —
I don't know where I've gone.
I am a moonlit shadow waiting for the dawn,
an echo of the person you love.
I rip out my heart
and punish myself with truth,
hoping to make it beat again —
for it barely even flutters even when you call to me,
Mama! with your own tiny hearts breaking, Mama!
I want to hold and rock you,
Tell you Shhh, Mama's here
But I have never lied to you before,
and I can't explain that
Mama's been eaten by emptiness.
So instead I say
Tomorrow, my babies
tomorrow I will play with you
as I watch a little more rose
leave the lenses of your eyes...
Mea Culpa, mea culpa
I am human too soon,
you needed me to be superwoman a little while longer.
But tomorrow —
yes tomorrow —
perhaps tomorrow, tomorrow will finally come.
- COMMENTS
sassynycabout 16 years agoand any mother who feels this. not a mother myself, but you have my empathy. i can say no more....even my fingers have choked up.
sassynycabout 16 years agoand every mother that feels this. i am not a mother myself, but you have my empathy. i can say no more...even my fingers are choked up.
inlovewithyourghostover 16 years ago...of my superwoman... are the nights after she'd come home from work and fall asleep with the three of us piled on top of her... massaging her feet and tracing her face... locking up the house and bringing our pillows and blankets down to stay with her on the couch until she woke in the middle of the night (probably from a limb fallen asleep or from sweating to death under 3 child-furnaces) ...and carried us one by one upstairs to our beds....
We were ages 3, 4 and 5...
And this poem brings me to tears... because I know she felt this way... I saw it in her eyes... I heard it in her prayers. ...But tomorrow came. And she never stopped being my superwoman. Even on the days when she was just human. Especially on the days when she was just human. <3
Belegonover 16 years agoThe despair is palpable. Very well written and powerful piece.
Nirvanadragonesover 16 years agoI have felt this so many times. And you've said it perfectly. It's all there. The emotion, the hurt, the hope.
One of the best poems I know - thank you.
