With Mother's Day having just come and gone, I have to say my kids inspire me in many ways. This poem came out of the fact that I keep opening cupboards and finding empty packages strewn about, and then I remembered... A Mother’s Wish
I open doors scan shelves and find empty bags, plastic trays and cardboard remnants. Skeletal remains of children’s appetites. When I was young, clues of where and what I’d been were strewn about the house. My mother wished, aloud, that I would have children just like me. No fairy godmother needed here. Her wish? Granted. S. Cole 2016
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