Literary Mama writing about the many faces of motherhood
bone of my bone

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2 hours after
our son was born,
our nurse, lynn,
also a personal friend
of ours, carefully
stretched out each
of paul's wrinkled,
tiny fingers on a table
and had me lay
my hand beside our son's

it was easily 11 times
the size of paul's

she showed me
how the pattern of
our fingers exactly
matched each other

then she spoke,

"he has your hands"

larry bauer makes his home in Helena, Montana, with an incredible fiction writer and two beautiful children. Sandra Alcosser, Montana’s first Poet Laureate, invited him to read at the opening of Montana’s 2007 legislative session. As well, FootHills Publishing has released his first volume of poems, health insurance and other matters of death, and his second: family and other seasons of change. His poetry and short stories have also appeared in Literary Mama, Poemeleon, Colors, Wild Roses in Spring, and many others. The gift of marriage and fatherhood is almost beyond poetic, but occasionally he tries to capture it on paper.

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