introverted. . . . in an extroverted world

*this poem is dedicated to my many fellow journeyers on this path called "motherhood". . .
and especially those who woke up one day and realized that their quiet,
peaceful world had been a little--well--interrupted, by those of a type a bit more
exuberant, a bit more rowdy, or simply with a need for more n.o.i.s.e.
i can relate.
and here is my ode, to you and to me.
it's also dedicated to the kids of those moms.  those kids who are learning great life lessons in
how to deal with those a bit different from themselves. . . . a bit quieter than themselves.
and blessed are those kids who figure out how to help mama rejuvenate along the way.




[introverted. . . . . in an extroverted world]


four—such a nice round number
but, obviously, ne’er stopped to wonder
the noise they’d produce
ripe fruit, dripping juice
my solace, completely plundered..

sometimes i just sit in amazement, 

((never mind really wishing a basement)) 
their mouths just go ON 
birds singing their song 
wishing, just a moment, for complacence.

what is an introvert, mama?

“a life, ever punctuated with comma,” 

befuddled gazes 
minds off to the races 
to understand this mother enigma.

I once told the story of a car

who really couldn’t get very far

kept losing its gas

getting sucked out fast

by the drivers who ran it too hard.

so now all the sad kids know

that mama’s car sometimes can’t go,

but give her some time

in the chair, making rhyme

and then she’ll be good to go!

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