So while I’ve written about my marriage conundrums and farm life updates, what I may not have mentioned is that I’m also a lover of poetry, I even write some of my own. I thought I’d share here a poem I wrote about the internal challenge I faced when I decided not to go into the workforce and instead make homemaking my career choice. Originally titled “What happened to my feminism?”, it’s evolved and I think it’s ready to share.
When I Got Here
You brought me to the far away house
Where there are trees for the children to run through
I watch them
Telling myself there are more important things I could be doing
You said I would find peace here
This is the place of tea and daydreams
Green smoothies for breakfast
Chocolate Abuelita’s on cold days
to keep the kids nourished body and soul
Steak and tortillas on the table when you get home
Sometimes I feel like a message in a bottle
WIth a story to tell and no one in sight
Drifting on a sea of endless thought
Wondering if this is heaven or hell
and I feel like running
On those days you bring me flowers and peanut butter cups
And tell me you believe in me
Then I feel another baby squiggling through my body
Hugs from my daughters
Stories from my sons
And I’m reminded that I am needed here
That I am too important to leave
and that for my heart,
There is nothing more important.
