On Not-So-Good-Days
I feel harassed
wrung out
used up
Like one of our dishcloths
Your mouth is insistent
I’ve been resistant today,
In my giving
I wait to have my body back to myself
Knowing full well it will never
Be
You and your sister forever a part of me Like the pips in the center of a grape, Encased in a sense of having always started Within your Mother Me, your Beginning
And I continue to grow you
Try my best to meet your demands,
Enjoy this dance between you and I –
As I know this moment
here is only a fraction of a limited time, And one day Life will fill you up You will find sustenance Elsewhere Not here At my breast Out there and away from me You will grow, So, I treasure you And I try to be kind On those days where my body is no longer just Mine.
Georgia Todd is a mama to two beautiful girls in the deep south of Queenstown. She is passionate about conscious community and connection, Turkish delight, incense, and is happiest dancing to loud soul filling music with her two girls and partner. She runs Spiritual Seekers Guide to Queenstown & Surrounds and is also very passionate about PND activism and is working on a piece around this called ‘Sleeping through the Night.’ @mamawithnofilta / @spiritualseekerqt.
