Nothing could have prepared me,
although I thought that I was ready.
I had months to peruse and ponder,
feathering my nest, feeling excited.
And I wasn’t sure, but I thought I could;
I was up for the challenge…baby on board!
Taking care, eating right, cradling
you carefully, everywhere day and night.
Some days held doubts, I was sure that I would fail,
who did I think I was to be taking on such a task?
No turning back, and I didn’t want to,
I was devoted to you and would do my best.
Mary invites us to think upon being prepared at dVerse Poets: http://dversepoets.com/2012/11/24/poetics-preparation-is-key/
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Laurie Kolp
/ November 25, 2012So true… we can prepare all we want, but are never truly prepared for motherhood.
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Bodhirose
/ November 25, 2012I agree…it’s better than what we could prepare for…at least in my case.
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brian miller
/ November 25, 2012smiles…yes, i can relate as well…even in not carrying the child but anticipating the birth of our boys…its a scary time…and we all i think have our doubts even as we prepare…and then we make do the best we can in the moment…smiles.
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Bodhirose
/ November 25, 2012Somehow things fell into place when I had my two girls. And the doubts…well, I still had them at times…but mostly things worked out just fine.
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claudia
/ November 25, 2012oh so true…we try our best to prepare and when we hold that little new life in our arms, i remember i felt so helpless and unprepared like never before in my life…
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Bodhirose
/ November 25, 2012Yeah, it’s a pretty daunting job…care for a whole other little life…completely dependent on YOU…
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Mary
/ November 25, 2012Gayle, what a wonderful poem of preparation. There are really few more wonderful preparations than preparing for the birth of a baby! So well expressed!
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Bodhirose
/ November 25, 2012I have babies on the brain because I’m a new grandma and helping take care of her…it’s turned my mind back to when I was a new mother. Thanks, Mary.
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journeyintopoetryJourneyintopoetry
/ November 25, 2012Gayle this is beautifully written, and I can feel it all the way thrlugh, wonderful.
Love
Christine xx
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Bodhirose
/ November 25, 2012You may get sick of my references to babies…they’re on my brain!
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SilverGardenia
/ November 25, 2012Lovely poem, what a wonderful event to prepare for.
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Bodhirose
/ November 25, 2012It sure was…back in the day. Now my oldest has had her first…thus my thoughts on preparing for a baby…or lack thereof!
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Sherry Marr
/ November 25, 2012And you will care for her wonderfully. There is no bond quite like that of a grandmother and a granddaughter. Enjoy every moment! I would bet my last dollar she feels safe and secure in her grandma’s arms:)
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Bodhirose
/ November 25, 2012I think she feels very safe…she’s very relaxed there…most of the time. 😉 Thanks for the kind sentiments, Sherry!
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Sabio Lantz
/ November 25, 2012Us guys can’t imagine! Well done. [well, maybe some guys can, but not this guy]
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Bodhirose
/ November 25, 2012It’s like nothing else in the world… Thanks, Sabio.
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Androgoth
/ November 25, 2012A wonderful piece of poetry
Gayle 🙂 I hope that you are
very well and have enjoyed
your Turkey times 🙂
Be well my great friend 😉 🙂
Andro xxx
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Bodhirose
/ November 25, 2012Thanks for coming by…enjoyed my Thanksgiving very well…actually going to have another belated one next weekend with more family members coming into town. Fun! Happy to see you here…let me know how much fun you have during the holidays. 😉 xoxo
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Polly Robinson
/ November 26, 2012A lovely poem, Gayle ~ and all so worth preparing for 🙂
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Bodhirose
/ November 26, 2012Thank you, Polly and I so agree.
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Lorna's Voice
/ November 26, 2012And I bet that your best is mighty wonderful! 🙂
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Bodhirose
/ November 26, 2012Well, thanks for that, Lorna. 🙂
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tigerbrite
/ November 26, 2012Nothing like the responsibility of bringing a life into the world. Congratulations, they say the first grandaughter has the strongest bond with Grandma:)
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Bodhirose
/ November 26, 2012Isn’t that the truth. And thanks for the congratulations, Luz. That bond feels mighty tight already and she’s only 12 weeks old today! 🙂
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Jamie Dedes
/ November 26, 2012This is delightful, Gayle, not only for the poem itself but for capturing pending motherhood with all the conflicting ebb and flow of confidence and questioning. That’s one part of life I wouldn’t mind reliving.
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Bodhirose
/ December 2, 2012A most favorite part of my life too, Jamie. I’m reliving it, in a sense, when caring for little Mira.
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Lafemmeroar
/ November 27, 2012This was sweet and scary at the same time … we’re never prepared for the most important things life gives us!
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Bodhirose
/ December 2, 2012It’s a huge responsibility…one I went into fairly blindly…except my heart was working in overtime!
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Renee Espriu
/ November 27, 2012Sometimes that is the most important thing in the moment…devotion. Wonderful!
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Bodhirose
/ December 2, 2012Sometimes that has to be enough! Thanks, Renee..
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Renee Espriu
/ December 3, 2012Change can be challenging but also an open door. I think you have found something nice on the other side of this one with that bundle of joy you get to hold. You are Welcome!
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Susan
/ November 28, 2012Devotion is a major part of preparation, isn’t it? It’s a bit beyond anticipation, with endurance built in. Nice poem.
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Bodhirose
/ December 2, 2012That’s right…you sure need endurance for motherhood! Thank you, Susan.
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bardessdmdenton
/ November 30, 2012Gently honest and sweet, Gayle – I love the conversational quality of it!
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Bodhirose
/ December 2, 2012That conversation was mostly in my mind…those doubts getting to me at times! Thanks so much, Diane..love your comments.
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