Poem Category: Motherhood

School soccer ends
the halves of oranges
from their pregnant mums.

Her eighth month…
stretch marks
along the sea shore.

Turning in bed
her pregnancy
between us.

home opened for sale
the way they scattered
our children’s toys.

dribbling on my arm
I move the babe
from my breast

nine month’s sway
serving their breakfasts
in summer heat

kindergarten gate
my childhood
as her hand came free

what approached the nine months
for you
I let in

cherry blossoms fall
breast feeding
into her smile

her eighth month…
mid-summer grapes
plump on the vines