Tag: mama
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Minute Mama
In my formative years, I dedicated my time to other formative years. I held other mama’s babies, rocked them to sleep, taught them to potty on the potty, write their names, keep track of their numbers. I fed them. Soothed them. Played and adventured with them. During my growing up years, I was the Minute…
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Ghost Lands
A hazy autumn sun stretches over the horizon Teasing burnt sienna across a misty lowland From the backseat sleepiness breaks our silence As my baby asks, “Mama what’s floating about the water?” When I look, mindful of the traffic ahead of me, Foggy plumes sift through vermillion maple leaves. Before I respond, her whisper drifts…