National Poetry Month: Poem 4

I actually wrote this last night, but it was after midnight, making it the day after my oldest son’s birthday.

Poem 4:

The Day After Motherhood

By Michelle Garren Flye

 

I still remember the moment they woke me.

They said my baby needed me.

I remember thinking, Really?

He’s mine?

 

You were.

 

For years after that, you really were.

Mine to tote to the store.

Mine to entertain.

Mine to sing to, to read to,

To coax into sleep.

 

Mine.

 

But now, it’s the next day,

You’re almost ready now.

To make decisions, to venture out…

To live your life.

 

Still mine…but more.

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