“On the darkest days” by Erin FitzGerald
She is a single mother born to a single mother and had to grow up fast. She is juggling a sticky work situation, her own anxiety and depression, and being away from home and her kids.
“My mind never stops,” she says. She cries as she talks and takes these 15 minutes to herself, feels pulled in multiple directions, and that she is failing in all her roles. She struggles to pull her mind from the “not good enoughs” and the “what I can’t provides” to what she is doing right – allowing her children a true childhood of beach time and arts and crafts, walking trails and video games.
She wishes for her poem to remind her that she is a good mother and a good human.
Erin FitzGerald, Listener Poet
Listener Poet Session
May 2025
On the darkest days
By Erin FitzGerald, Listener Poet
let me remember:
I am a whole universe
My children are borne
of my stardust,
nourished by my blood,
my sweat,
by my love
of plenty
This is enough.
I am MORE than enough.
