Literary Mama writing about the many faces of motherhood
Caramel Macchiato

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The first sip is steamed
milk overlaid with promise
like the hope in the phrase "the ultrasound
shows ripe egg follicles"

The next sip has more caffeine, a deeper bite
like the narrow tooth of the needle
I give myself to induce ovulation

Then it's intervals of sip and savor
sip and savor
round full-bodied anticipation
a delight of settled froth
and syrup -- like mother's milk
on a newborn tongue

Susan Plett writes poetry and prose from the home in Calgary, Alberta that she shares with one small dog, two medium-sized children, and a regular-sized husband. Her work has appeared in The Penwood Review, FreeFall, The Prairie Messenger, and online at Utmost Christian Writers.

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