Category Archives: Poetry

Weather.

Sunshine.

Cloudy.

Rain.

Sunny.

Beautiful.

Misty

Pour.

Sunny…

It is a true statement. Wait 15min and the weather should change. Well it changed 6-7 times yesterday. My headache is still with me.

I wish your Sunday to be sunny and beautiful. Whereas here we are expecting rain again.

Oh well. Rain will make the hills green. It will soon look like Ireland here.

Enjoy your Sunday! ❤️

Digital Art by emily2jane
05-09-21

…Beep…beep………

Blarrrgggghhhhh!

Aaaaaahhhhhhh!

Wwwwhhhyyyy!

Bblllaaaaaaaaaa!

Aaaagguuhhhh!

Blaaahhh….

Mama’s brain…

Mama no more…

You are all probably thinking… “what just happened…???”

Don’t worry. I should be fine. Hopefully…

I went to mom’s group, left baby at home with dad, and then returned to a sweet baby.

But around 3pm…she switched into her chaotic terrible two disaster.

The poem above, I actually don’t know if it even counts…but it was the best my brain can manage.

Imagine everything going completely wrong in your entire life, while adding a screaming angry two year old. Then roll of of it into a single day, and you will achieve the second half of my day yesterday.

…I am happy it is currently bed time. Because that means I will soon have some alone, peace and quiet time! 😳

Enjoy your quiet time. Because once kids come into the mix you will miss it terribly. Don’t get me wrong I love her dearly, it’s just sometimes she pushes my buttons.

At least I’ve been told, that once they reach 5 years old that life changes for the parent…so meaning, I have 2-3 years of utter chaos to go….

Silver lining?? Anyone…anyone…

Digital Art by emily2jane
05-04-21

Oh well…

Happy.

Excited.

Wanting.

Smiles.

Shock.

Fear.

Anger.

Whining.

Screaming.

Tears.

Happy again.

Inspired by Elizabeth yesterday… It is finally warm outside so we decided to venture over and say hello to our new neighbors who moved in about one month ago. I asked Elizabeth and she said a very excited, “Yes!!”

Finally going to say something…I said, “Hi, finally we are able to come over and say hi…” then the water works and screaming began….

Sheesh…

At least the neighbors have two little kids so they understand, but that was really the worst kind of first impression ever…😓

We will try again another day. Hopefully it stays warm, so that it will be another day soon.

Oh, the emotional roller coaster of a two year old…

Digital Art by emily2jane
5-01-21

Is today the day?

Ready?

Yes! Here I sit,

And wait…

Splash! Something?…

Nope.

Nothing.

I see them…

Teasing me.

Splashing around,

Avoiding their fate…

I’m done.

Let’s leave.

Again not today…

Fishing must not be for me.

Today’s poem is inspired by my hubby. He has been trying to get some fish…but I think the fish can feel his wanting and are just trying to push him past his breaking point. He will probably give up for now, but just until his dad arrives this coming Friday. They are planning on fishing for the weekend.

We joke about the possibility of me trying fishing…and I would probably catch one within the first 15min. I really want to try and see if that truly does happen. 🤓 I will admit… I will be pretty happy if I can!! Mwahahahaha!

But I am hoping the hubby can have patience when he goes fishing with his dad… he said he almost threw the pole in the river…haha 😅 I suggested we get him a pair of those waterproof overall fishing pants; so that he can just walk out into the river with a net and try to catch a fish that way…

He was not impressed with my idea… I thought is was an awesome idea. Haha 😆

I wish you patience in whatever hobby you are trying out, that might not be going as planned. 👍

Digital Art by emily2jane
4-25-21

Constant.

Streams flooding.

Rivers gushing.

The mind is oozing,

With creative energy.

No telling when I’ll stop…

Why should I?

Fill it to the brim.

Push it over the edge.

Don’t give an inch!

Always strive for more.

Imagination is vast,

And never ending…

I wrote this poem after jotting down all my ideas for my story that I’m writing. I started at 4pm and I just stopped at 8:40pm…the storyline just flowed out of me.

I’m excited to write all the new chapters. But my hand is killing me. I even had to get another notebook…

When you have the creative bug just let it be the boss. I feel quite accomplished right now. 😎 But I decided to give my mind a break and write a poem.

I’m liking the writing my feelings into a poem. It’s clear and simple. It also refreshes my mind and emotions.

Have a crisp refreshing Thursday. 😎

Digital Art by: emily2jane
4-21-21

Growing up…

Friends fade.

While families grow.

You mature;

While others stay.

New meanings.

Bright beginnings;

While years drift into the shade.

As life continues,

Will I change?

A bit;

But not as much as some.

I had some inspiration, from talking to some old friends. I really am at a different stage of life, and it’s hard to make conversation with them now. I’ve always had trouble making conversations; me being an introvert, but it is harder now with non-moms… 😓

I never thought I would be the one to grow apart from friends….I thought I would be the one left behind.

I guess this poem is for all the non-moms out there. If you are drifting apart from your friend who can’t seem to make conversation, unless it revolves around baby or husband… just know they are trying. It is difficult to remember small details from before kids or marriage.

Drawn on phone by: emily2jane
4-17-21