by Ruth, a.k.a. Momma Frizzle

Rough month.

Simple as that.

It started with a funeral.

And a realization.

This is where we’re at –

Dying parents, aging selves.

To discover this alongside

Dearest friends was a sweet mercy.

But a hard truth, none the less.

As if to punctuate its reality,

I spent most of the month

Sick, weak, sometimes without a voice.

I doled out energy in cap fulls,

where once I poured out pitchers.

But I can not presume my own cup

Will be refilled tomorrow.

So I conserve. Reduce.

And just as strength creeps back

A new tumult saps my spirit.

Another sibling. Another friend. Another one.

Broken. Struggling.

And so am I now

At February’s end.

Alarmed. Weary. Alert.

Humbled.

Rough month.

Simple as that.

About the Author
I'm one frizzled momma finding adventure and delight everyday...and writing about it! My chicken coop is full of six chicks, lots of friends, tons of books, and plenty of work. Stick around, I've got loads of stories to share.

Comments

  1. Deborah says:

    Hi dear sister. Just wanted to say I love you. Thank you for all you give. The pages of this blog cheer me on my journey. Can’t believe we’ve known each other over 20 years. Wow! What a gift.

    1. Ruth says:

      Thank you, dear one. Cheering the mommies I love on their journeys is exactly why I write Frizzle Chicks! I love you so much.