Literary Mama writing about the many faces of motherhood
Another Winter Night

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Green pears ripen in the quiet kitchen.
The moon looks in on me; we're old friends:
a husk and an empty lantern. After my bath,
I stand listening in the hall outside your bedroom
and I can hear your smooth movements in the dark,
your legs lengthening with the lines in my face.
A draft raises the fine hair on my arm, still wet.
I drink the cool air and I shrivel.


Angela Papalas is the mother of three boys, ages 5, 3.5, and 2. She’s a graduate of Northwestern University and has recently returned to a serious study of poetry, that is, when her boys let her connect two thoughts together. Her work has appeared in mamazine.


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