Literary Mama writing about the many faces of motherhood
Telling Eileen

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Her hand was sweetly soft
marshmallow candy in mine

I dared not squeeze too tightly
(dappled brown braids)

Standing under the tamarisk tree
I squinted
and said
"My dad died"

"I know"


everything sticky and messy
sweet marshmallow candy

bare feet on concrete

soft and hard
soft and hard

her soft brown braids
my hard-plaited blond

the sun melting
everything away

BethAnne Yoxsimer Paulsrud is the mother of two brilliant boys, as well as a teacher, translator, writer, linguistics graduate student, and uprooted Californian living in Sweden. She writes a column (Mamma Mia!) for, where she has also published poetry. She has poetry forthcoming in

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