Author Archives: knittedpoems

I stand before you broken. Defeated. Voiceless. My life from this day forth must, by your request, fall in line with servitude. Serving. Waiting. Existing simply to tend to the needs of others. I can’t speak, nay, I shouldn’t for my words fall upon the earth unheard. I try to live my life within reason.Continue reading “Defeated? NEVER!”

I was six months pregnant with my first child when their father  informed me that he hoped our baby would be breastfed for the first two years of their life. I point blank asked him if he intended on achieving that goal on his own. How could I commit to two years, when I hadContinue reading “Is Breast Truly Best?”

Without sharing how many rotations around the sun I’ve experienced, I can certainly age myself by simply reflecting on how much more resilient, and independent my generation was the the students in my current classrooms. Decision making used to be a valued skill, with opportunity cost, and missing out on experiences natural consequences, and regularContinue reading “The Lost Art of Resilience”

I grew up in a family where to a great extent, I was “allowed” to be a picky eater. My parents never focused on nutrition; their goal was to have us fed, and therefor happy. Every Sunday morning, the butcher, or his son would deliver our order. My parents too so much pride in beingContinue reading “It’s All About the FOOD!”

Today I broke away from responsibility to enjoy the company of a friend. We met at a location that was filled with lights, and sounds, and more people than I care to associate with. For the past few days, I’ve been thrust into environments that are noisy, crowded, and overwhelming. Within the confines of myContinue reading “Shhhhhhhh…… Please!!!!”

I can only remember one weekend in my life when my parents travelled and left my brother, and I at home to be cared for by my paternal grandmother. There was a funeral that we were “too young to attend,” and this was the only safe, and logical option for everyone. It may seem strange,Continue reading “Travel Tales”

I have a friend with whom shared conversations are peppered with the language of our childhood. The words of our fathers, and grandmothers slip from her tongue like honey, while my mouth fumbles like a first kiss. It’s funny how when we were younger, these words were kept on a shelf almost out of reach.Continue reading “The Language of Life”

I can’t remember the last time the sun warmed my yard. Granted, that has nothing to do with the fact that I live somewhere lost in the middle of nowhere, but it definitely adds to the sense of isolation, and desolation. I’m not entirely alone; I live in a small cluster of houses next-door toContinue reading “Lost in the Middle of Nowhere”

I shall not speak a word for in doing so I may tip the balance of someone else’s day. From my low branch, I’m expected to see all, understand all, yet not speak a word of complaint, or suggestion. Surrounded by people, in presences, and through airwaves, I’m provided with a list of expectations forContinue reading “Silence.”