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What’s Your Mantra?

I never cease to be amazed by the emotional strength some people show in difficult situations. It’s all relative, of course. What may be a difficult situation for one, may be a walk in the park for someone else, but when someone tells me they are having a difficult time, I believe them. It’s a lot like pain – who am I to tell them it doesn’t hurt?

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What’s your mantra?

I have been blessed to have encountered only a few difficult times in my life, but last week I did have to dig into my emotional reserves. Two out of our three children, and I, caught a nasty tummy bug, and my husband was away on a business trip. It’s bad enough having to run around after the little ones with old towels to try and prevent their stomach contents from going everywhere, but it’s even worse when you yourself have to run to the bathroom every two minutes as well.

After a couple of hours the tumult died down a little and there was a twenty-minute lull between gastric upsets. I found myself lying on our bed like a wet towel, in between two sick little kids, wondering how we were going to get through this.
Then a voice suddenly came up in my head. “This too shall pass,” it said. And when I listened to it carefully, I recognized the voice as my own. I kept repeating the phrase and I felt the confidence grow inside and comfort me.

Of course we got through the whole episode and looking back now I can laugh about it. I realize that I actually use “This too shall pass” a lot when things get tough and that it has, in fact, become my mantra. It feels good to have one – it’s like an emotional safety-net you know you can pull out in times of need.
And it has made me curious as well – what’s your mantra, and how did you come to have one?

A Flawless Joke

I open the glossy magazine
and see the face of perfection.
No wrinkles, spots or blotches,
just a glowing, flawless complexion.

The ad says the patents are pending,
and the self-tests are conclusive.
This cream really is the bee’s knees,
very soon my creases shall be elusive.

I go to the store and fork out fifty bucks
for the promise of eternal youth in a tube.
It’s a bargain when you think about it,
and this time, I’m sure, I won’t get duped.

They are not making false claims,
or messing with my mind.
Oh no, beauty is within my reach,
and it’s exactly what I’ll find.

The traces of age and the motherhood marks
will be all at once erased.
Gone are the signs of broken nights,
the bags, the spots, the waste.

I drive home in excitement
and start lathering with glee.
The cream indulges my skin and whispers,
“You’ll soon look like you’re twenty-three…”

Four weeks later I look in the mirror
and it’s the same old face I see.
I stick out my tongue and realize
the joke is once again on me.

© Maggie Elizabeth, 2013

Nail The Day

Snowdrop signalling spring

Snowdrop
Image credit: tsekhmister / 123RF Stock Photo

I’m gonna nail the day,
I’m gonna seize this mofo.
Damn you, dark of winter,
I’m gonna surf this golden glow.

I’m gonna skip the Prozac,
leave Oprah in the lurch.
I’m gonna open up my mind,
give my soul time to search.

And while I am at it
may as well do some more.
I’m gonna dust off the trinkets,
mop the kitchen floor.

I’m gonna strip the beds
and wash the sheets.
I’m gonna clean the loo
and sweep the streets.

I’m gonna shop for groceries
and bake an apple pie.
I’m gonna plug my tire,
and learn to tie a tie.

I’m gonna wash the clothes
and scrub the dirty tub.
I’m gonna iron that pile,
and potty-train the bub.

I’m gonna set up a charity,
find a cure for disease.
I’m gonna stop every war,
and learn to make cheese.

I’m gonna do it all in one day
like a whirlwind on a mission.
I’m gonna tick that whole list
spurred by endless ambition.

I swing open the bedroom window
and greet Mother Nature fair.
I thank her for my spirited energy,
and for putting Spring in the air.

© Maggie Elizabeth, 2013

The Splits

THE SPLITS

We women
we straddle
not a man
not a saddle.

It’s the path of life
that tears us apart
one way is society
the other the heart.

No matter where we go
there is always the fear
did we make the right choice
between kids and career?

No matter which way we go
there is always the guilt
we are our own harshest critics
it’s how we are built.

We juggle and we muddle
we comfort and we cuddle
we give everyone all of our love
and yet it just never seems enough.

But the generations before us
and millions ‘round the world
could only wish they had what we have
so really, we should be told.

That we women are fortunate
to have this privileged choice
the freedom to decide
what is right for us.

So I pull my feet together
and drop the negative attitude
because right now I decide
to walk the path of gratitude.

© Maggie Elizabeth, 2012

Domestic Bliss (An Ode to Mr. Mraz)

This is an ode from a housewife
as found all over the world
who swoons at your beautiful voice
and marvels at your de-frizzed curls.

Not a desperate one
with lots of bling and a nanny
but a slightly unkempt one
with too much hair on her fanny.

Who listens to you as she cleans up
the day’s beautiful mess
and attacks stubborn shit streaks
with the utmost finesse.

Who now leaves the car and
rides her bike to the recycling station
and has put her family
on a strict organic-only ration.

Who now bends herself
into an impossible pose
as she desperately tries
to touch her toes with her nose.

Oh Mr. Mraz, you’re like Jesus Christ
but with a Mal and a spliff
you preach love and light
as you shield me from the cliff.

Oh Mr. Mraz, you’re like Tom Jones
without the rasp and fake hue
and you make me want to throw
my daggy panties at you.

Oh Mr. Mraz, you’re like Fifty Shades
but a hundred times better
your words spank my tushy
with every single letter.

Your every note
strokes my bushy butterfly
as your voice carries me
to unprecedented highs.

Your music touches my heart
and kick-starts
a divine event
that can only end
in utter blissssss…

My cheeks flushed
I’m left in a quandary
but then I duly go back
to folding the laundry.

© Maggie Elizabeth, 2012