May 8, 2016

She always geared

Herself up for disappointment.

Every May she knew

They would not pull through. 

 

Kay Jewelers commercials,

And the teleflorists tell 

Us what we should

Want today. And there is 

 

Always the despondency

Of breakfast in bed, whether

You get it or not. 

What mothers really want – 

 

beyond their babies 

tucked safely

and healthy

in their tiny beds –

 

Is someone to take

Just a corner

Of the heavy flatbed

Of Womanhood.  It is

The only way to get

Chicken soup and 

Neatly folded laundry again. 

 

 

This is Poem #75 from the  Poem (almost) Everyday Project. Starting in mid-January 2016, I decided for one year to wake mornings and write a poem before my first cup of coffee on each day that I didn’t teach. I was working part-time then, so in the end I wrote 241 poems.  These are second drafts of  those pieces copied directly from my journal with minimal editing from their “vomit draft” state.

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