magic little house

Category: Poetry

  • they need me downstairs

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    sarah14carlson
    in

    I love this time Our time when it’s just you and me as I lay you down for your nap. Turn on the sound maker. Zip up the sleep sack. See the light filter in through your fox and flower curtains. Holding you as I walk back and forth across your room. Sometimes we rock.…

  • needed

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    sarah14carlson
    in

    You’re two and a half. You still need me as you fall asleep sometimes it’s the rocking chair sometimes it’s sitting by your bed as you drift. Tonight it was both It can be hard to be needed so late into your day Tonight it wasn’t at all. As I sit by your bed, you…

  • just like that

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    by

    sarah14carlson
    in

    It’s time.I put the clothes on the porch. Someone is coming to pick them up. It’s their first baby and they could really use them. And they’ve been sitting in a pile ready to go for a while. All her little outfits she’s outgrown. They’re just clothes, I don’t know why it hurts. We’ve been…

  • blessed mama

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    by

    sarah14carlson
    in

    I hear them downstairs little voices and big hearts dishes clanking giggles and assertive toddlers. footsteps coming up the stairs.”Surprise mommy!” blueberry pancakes on our biggest cutting board with all the fixin’s “I poured the orange juice!””I helped daddy mix the batter!” and so many cards and coupons. only a little syrup on the bed.…

  • rock-a-bye

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    sarah14carlson
    in

    written 22 abril 2024 My turn to feed you tonight. The bottle I pumped the night before. You recently napped so aren’t as tired as usual. Half the bottle down No sign of drowsy You want to play. Your hands reach out to touch my face. Grabbing my cheeks, my lips, my nose. The tiny…

  • any day now

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    sarah14carlson
    in

    written 20 abril 2024 I haven’t been able to give them away yet even though we need the space. To make room. Things are moving ahead in our house. There’s roller blades now. Taylor Swift. Dog Man. Chromebooks. 3-6 month clothes. My babies are growing. I see their faces changing. That tooth is hanging by…

  • a little less little

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    by

    sarah14carlson
    in

    written 21 marzo 2024 Most of the time I don’t feel it. I’m just going. But the smallest things will stop me in the quietest moments. Folding laundry and noting how small the socks are. Are they too small now? The little clothes in the donate pile because they’re just a little too little now.…