Prima Ballerina

The theatre grows quiet as the music begins to fade in

Lively conversations cease in order to respect her presence

There she stands, alone behind the curtain

Wanting it no other way

The next two minutes are hers to own

She will be the center of all who stare in awe

The one who will create emotions through movements 

That some have never felt or seen

She will be the creator of an unforgettable performance, 

The beauty that many will continue to whisper about 

For weeks after this day is done.

The high she is on, 

Overwhelms every inch of her soul

She is primed, prepped, and ready

She stands there glistening in her warm up sweat. 

She goes through the entire performance 

Once more in her head

Perfecting every move

She would soon be make.

The music grows louder, 

Her heart thumps with the melody

She counts down in her head 

To the last few seconds before it’s her cue.

Her head rises to try and catch the spotlight . 

But it fades,

And the whispers begin to swirl again

The volume of voices rises once more

The music comes to a stop,

And her curtain never opens.

She races to rip them apart

But comes to find 

There is no break in the sea of red.

She begins to scream 

To catch the attention of someone

Anyone, who can help fix this madness

But finds herself awakened by her own voice. 

All she manages to say,

Is a soft “no”

This nightmare came again,

To remind her of the dream 

She passed up many years ago.

Special Podcast Series: The Woman Before The Mother

This poem is from my publish poetry book: (My) Pain is Beauty.

I will be discussing this poem on my new series. There is a story I wish to tell and a flame I seek to reignite.

Journey with me

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Until next time,

The Mom Memory Keeper

The Words We Wish We Could Say: Writing as a Love Letter to Motherhood

Motherhood is filled with moments so profound, so raw, that words often fail us in real time. We live them, we feel them, but we don’t always have the space to capture them in the moment. The way our child’s hand fits into ours, the way their sleepy voice whispers, “I love you,” the way we ache with love, exhaustion, and overwhelming gratitude all at once. These are the words we wish we could say, but sometimes, they remain unspoken.

Yet, there is power in writing—power in taking the fleeting and making it tangible, in turning memories into something we can hold onto forever. Writing is a love letter to motherhood, a way to preserve the beauty, the struggles, and the growth that come with it. It is a gift we give ourselves and a legacy we leave for our children.

Capturing the Moments That Matter

As moms, we often tell ourselves we’ll remember the little things—the way our child mispronounces a word, the first time they reach for us after a nightmare, the quiet moments when everything just feels right. But memories fade. Writing allows us to capture these everyday miracles before they slip away.

Writing doesn’t have to be overwhelming. It can be as simple as:

• A note in your phone about something your child said that made you laugh.

• A poem that reflects the love and sacrifice of motherhood.

• A short letter to your child about who they are in this season of life.

• A journal entry about a challenging day and what you learned from it.

Every piece of writing is a small act of remembrance, a love letter to this sacred journey.

Writing as a Form of Healing

Motherhood is beautiful, but it is also hard. There are days when exhaustion outweighs joy, when the noise never seems to stop, when you wonder if you’re doing any of it right. Writing offers a safe space to process emotions, to work through the hard days, and to remind yourself of the good ones.

Try writing:

• A letter to yourself on your hardest days, reminding yourself why you started this journey.

• A reflection on how you’ve grown as a mother and a woman.

• A gratitude list for the moments that make it all worth it.

Sometimes, the words we write are the encouragement we need to keep going.

A Legacy for Your Children

Imagine your child, years from now, flipping through pages filled with your thoughts, your love, your unspoken words. Imagine them reading about the day you found out you were pregnant, about the long nights rocking them to sleep, about the lessons they taught you without even knowing it. Your words become their history. Your love, immortalized.

This is why I created my 5-Minute Daily Prompt Journal for Moms.. It’s designed to help moms capture their journey in a way that feels effortless, meaningful, and deeply personal. Through simple daily prompts, you can create a keepsake for yourself and for your children to one day cherish.

You can access the journal through my website and social media bios.

Let’s Build This Together

Writing is not just for “writers.” It’s for every mom who has ever felt something so deeply that she wished she could hold onto it forever. I invite you to start small, to write without pressure, to embrace the beauty of your story. And if you need guidance, my journal is here to help.

Let’s continue this conversation—join my Facebook group where we share our motherhood journeys, our writings, and our memories together. And don’t forget to tune into my podcast, where I dive deeper into these topics and share more ways to make motherhood a story worth telling.

Your journey is worth remembering. Let’s write it down, together.

The Skin I leave Behind

A poem about my second trimester with you; the physical changes I noticed and the inner emotions I held as I evolved.

One chapter closes,

three months marking the first phase—

a seed planted, taking root.

As we bloom into what comes next,

I begin to peel in quiet surrender,

as if each flake of skin knows

it is no longer mine to keep.

In my planted season,

I was nestled in familiar skin,

a reflection I had known

for twenty-five years.

But now, the mirror tells a different story.

Stretch marks etch themselves in hidden places,

writing new chapters upon my breasts.

My skin is uncertain—

my face glows with something sacred,

yet my neck darkens, shadowed by change.

I am shedding,

not just my skin, but a version of myself,

exchanging one form for another,

a quiet metamorphosis.

My lower back aches

beneath the weight of generations,

muscles straining

beneath the task of creation.

I feel subtle flutters,

soft whispers from within—

is it you, or my body

voicing its quiet hunger?

This body is no longer my own.

The skin I leave behind

is not a loss, but an offering—

proof that I existed,

that I evolved,

that I became.

Ways To Stay Connected!

Thank you for reading this poem and I hope you enjoyed it! This series can be enjoyed on my blog. You can also enjoy me reading these poems on my Instagram, Facebook, and Podcast, where I allow my listeners to hear the emotions behind the words.

Stay tuned for my next poem in this series releasing next Thursday!

I can’t wait to share it with you.

I Would Love To Hear From You!

If this poem resonated with any part of your motherhood journey, I would love to know how! Connect me on my Facebook Group: Go-Get.Hers and share a piece of your story.

Until next time,

The Mom Memory Keeper

“Preserving motherhood journeys for generations.”