Blocked from My Own Brain

Morning Musings from the Pipeline with Jan Green.


This quickie blog is not so much informative as it is hopefully relatable. For some reason, I feared writing this morning. Like I was scared to put my thoughts on paper. 


And so there I was on the back porch getting ready for some serious prose that I could just feel boiling within me, and pop. I put the pen and notebook away. I think I have a condition. 


 Anyone else have a similar experience that could enlighten me?

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Mother's Every Day

Mother Mom Ma Momma Mums.
Tough job, lots of burdens and stressors
We worry about things that no one else does
No one else sees or feels because no one else can
Rewards are great, yes, but not every day
We get tired like everyone else
Our shoulders will gladly carry all the weight
But sometimes we just can’t
Did you know we hurt sometimes and feel alone
Watching you come home, all grown
Just think about that sometimes when you
Are quick to snap at us, when we make no sense
When we frustrate you
We’re frustrated too
Still, our love bleeds beyond all boundaries
In search of you just in case
You might need us again

--Jan, mom