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By Melissa Ford
Just when you have it all together kids enter your life and your mind goes to mush. I’ve heard that so often from mothers, even experiencing it myself, that I wonder what’s worse - losing a few brain cells during childbirth combined with major sleep deprivation or moving toward menopause. . .
It really doesn’t matter because the results are the same. You can’t hold more than one thought in your head at a time; you often feel like you have cotton brain; and you make futile attempts to grasp the perfect word that so aptly describes the piece of equipment in your kitchen that keeps your food cold.
Once more I have delved deep into the treasures of US Poet Laureate Billy Collins to add some levity to my day, hoping it does the same for you.
So whether you struggle with mommy mush brain or you’ve transitioned into those middle years often wondering where you put your eye glasses that are perched on top of your head, or you've moved into those golden years. . .
I think you’ll find the poem, Forgetfulness, well, unforgettable.