Literary Mama writing about the many faces of motherhood
The Thing About Summer, or: On Having Visited Fort Ticonderoga Seven Times Since June

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The thing about summer is,
summer is restless.
Trees hang around
waiting for something to happen.
Young boys pick and choose identities.
By day, two-sworded pirates jab
innocent village girls in the back
with inflatable weapons.
By night, brave, doomed colonial soldiers
cringe at cannon fire,
charge imaginary foes
with broken twigs.

This summer, we see British regulars
around every corner,
spy painted, feathered Indians
behind every tree.
Still, summer is restless.
Mothers stop mothering,
administer care in fits and starts,
fueled by tall, sweating cups
of strong ice coffee.
Little sisters do not wait for something to happen.
Little sisters don three-corner hats,
pick up wooden swords,
walk the plank to the very tip,
and dive in of their own free will
in the eternal cause for gold and debauchery.

Jill Crammond Wickham considers herself a literary mama, as she is a mommy first, and published poet, second, and an art teacher/gallery owner third (she writes, “oh, yes, wife is in there somewhere, too”). Her poems have been published in a variety of journals, including Perceptions, Many Waters, and Peer Glass, and is forthcoming in the anthology Comfort Food.

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