The Words Get Stuck

Posted on June 5, 2014 by

I keep thinking about how I should sit and write this all down

about how there must be a poem or some sort of way to



or at least remember what I’m feeling right now

these moments that are slipping away


But they don’t come

I’m still frozen in place

pen poised, heart full,

but still

the words get stuck in my mind


Every morning I wake early

pour my coffee, pick up my favorite pen

open my journal

and stare at the page


the birds outside my window attempt to rouse me with their song

the moments thunder through my mind

but the words get stuck


It’s all in there, I know

the feelings and memories and hopes

but still, I just stare

maybe afraid that if I write it down

it really is real

you’re really growing up


and beginning the next chapter of your life

without us


Sometimes you wake up right in the middle of it

the staring momentarily interrupted as you pad down the hall

your hair tousled from sleep

you’re quiet, and mumble ‘I’m tired”

we hug and I kiss your forehead

as you quietly pour coffee

and head back to your room


Sometimes just that is enough

to make me weep

to remind me of what I’ll miss

your spirit

your eyes, cerulean against your freckled skin

but, still, I stare

the words stuck in my heart


I’ve even tried writing at night

convinced the melody of that country music song will drift down the hall

and trigger something

help me make this moment something tangible

determined that the words are there



But still,  I just stare at the page




that it really is real


Sometimes you walk in mid-thought

the pen poised, the words on the brink of explosion

you’re breathless from track practice

your smile spreading across your face

you’re happy

you tell me about your day

you show me something on Instagram

and hiccup

and head down to your room


Sometimes I tell myself this will be the day

the words for this indescribable, exhilarating, devastating feeling will come

even if the tears fall alongside the page

even if it reminds me that yes,

this moment, like so many others

is real

and fleeting

and powerful


I tell myself this will be the day

I will make it happen

I will create words to look back on

to mark this moment, to revive all the moments

you’ve been here

you’ve been my baby

you’ve been my girl


I’ll mark this moment forever, I think

so that next year, when the quiet surrounds me

and your bed stays neatly made

I’ll hear your hiccup

and smile.

Santa Cruz Beach

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Jennifer Wolfe

Jennifer Wolfe, a writer-teacher-mom, is dedicated to finding the extraordinary in the ordinary moments of life by thinking deeply, loving fiercely, and teaching audaciously. Jennifer is a Google Certified Educator, Hyperdoc fanatic, and a voracious reader. Read her stories on her blog, mamawolfe, and grab free copies of her teaching and parenting resources.

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Comments: 4

  • Sara // Simply Happenstance

    June 7, 2014

    Oh Jennifer, this is so beautiful! Thank you for sharing your candid heart with the rest of us. I fear this day with my four growing older… this next chapter of them moving away and going off to college. I still have a while yet, but I know the time I do have with them is fleeting. So thankful to be a mama… as clearly you are, too! They’re all such blessings! xo
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    • Jennifer Wolfe

      June 8, 2014

      Blessings is so true, Sara. I love all the minutes we spend together, and I love who my children are turning out to be. All the hard work is so worth it! ~Jennifer ps-thanks for sharing the post on Weekend Lovelies!

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