Our bodies, swollen with others' hands and feet their needs we fed them life drawn from us Now they walk about in the world speak, laugh oblivious to their first homes Just as each day I forget where my own small head once lay
Tag: parenting
Another Time
My child breathes (in) another time Tells his secrets (in) another time Builds forts and alliances (in) another time Licks cream and wounds (in) another time Reads post cards scrawled (in) another time Knows his mother held him (in) another time
Dumplings
On Wednesdays we sit my foot resting against your calf under the table over plates of pan-fried dumplings and a steaming bowl of soup And I want to say how much I need this the gentle thing finding its way between us as we laugh and tell our stories of love's disappointment the children we are raising and a future so uncertain I cannot name it
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