To listen to this poem, click below. For weeks I envisioned a house of quiet solitude bereft of tiny messes and constant cries, I reached with palms open for a sliver of life to be mine again. The day I dropped him at the preschool I crouched down to his level and he climbed onto my body like I was a mountain, clutching for any part of me, his hands tangled in my hair. I didn’t know how to go. I drove home with my heart so tight it could barely beat, trying to untangle the knots in my stomach, gripping the wheel the same way he gripped me. I checked my pulse just to make sure it was still there and kept wondering– How can it be that I’m doing my best to breathe but somehow it never feels like it’s going to be enough?
Oh wow Allison, this is breathtaking. And I really enjoyed listening to the poem as I was reading each line-I could feel and hear the tug of each emotion.
So good, Allison! I felt this in my bones.
Beautiful imagery. I’ve been thinking of your son climbing you like a mountain. And how neat to do the audio option too.
I loved the addition of the audio option. Beautiful!
" I’m doing my best
To breathe but somehow
It never feels like it’s going to be
Enough?" love this!!
Oh wow Allison, this is breathtaking. And I really enjoyed listening to the poem as I was reading each line-I could feel and hear the tug of each emotion.
This is stunning! The line about his hands tangled in your hair as he clutches for any part of you 😭 so beautiful!