Ann Keiffer

A Mother’s Work Is Never Done

A Mother’s Work Is Never Done

How like the devoted mother bird I am.
Scouring creation for nourishment,
plus choice bits of advice,
tasty tidbits of wisdom,
little seeds for thought…
Which I pre-digest
even as I wing my way
back to the nest,
then feed into
the eager, waiting
beak of my baby bird.

How like the devoted mother bird
I am not.
Feathers gray, wings weary,
I am still gathering
choice bits of advice,
tasty tidbits of wisdom,
and little seeds for thought.
But my great big baby bird
with a beard
and his own nest
just thinks I’m trying
to throw up in his mouth.

Ann Keiffer
December, 2010

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About Ann

I am interested in the strange beauty of brokenness, in transforming possibility in difficult times, in how we heal even when we can’t get better, in the alchemy of surrender, in the interplay of light and shadow, in the bounty of everyday wonders, in the gift of laughter…and writing about it, all and everything.

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