OK, I can't resist...

T he strange things that pop into my
H ead
E nter without warning.

S ometimes quietly and sometimes
T oo loudly.
R andom ideas,
A nd
n ot so random ideas or fears, or hopes�.or dreams�
G ingerly I explore them, weigh them and sometimes even
E mbrace them. But�

T oo often I am not sure what to do with these strange ideas. These
H uge moments of clarity or insanity which :
I am
N ot always able to tell apart.
G limmering, simmering, strange ideas that distract and confound and inspire.
S trange ideas that make sense, even

I f only for a moment.
N ot only from my head though, these strange ideas.

M y children, my
Y oung, brilliant, creative, inspiring, frustrating, demanding, amazing children

H ave much to do with these strange ideas, as they,
E ach of them, fill my world, with questions and wonders and
A nswers
D etermined to find in me, the audience that they so rarely find in school.

OR...on the lighter side:

When I imagined becoming a Mama
I expected both laughter and trauma
But my very young talkers
Drew skeptics and gawkers
Who knew there'd be all of this drama?!

("author's" note: my "very young" talkers were practically delayed talkers compared to most of the kiddos mentioned here, but hey, poetic license is allowed, right? wink )