Literary Mama writing about the many faces of motherhood
Not Mom

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I pretend not to hear her
when she slips, calling me
Mom. I don't want to be hurt
when she takes it back. Words
fall, cascading in nursery rhyme
ease from her seven-year-old lips.
She sits on my lap waiting for
the song I sing to her, one my own
mother sang to me. She falls asleep,
easily safe from the world. Mom
or not, I feel she is a part of me.


Gwen A. Jadwin is a mother of one and “step” mother of four — all girls. She received her MA in English and Certification in Creative Writing from Binghamton University, and she currently teaches Basic Language Skills and College Writing at Broome Community College. This is her first published poem, though it originally appeared in her Master’s thesis. She can be reached at jadwinga@aol.com.


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