Literary Mama writing about the many faces of motherhood
The Growing Mound

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Fingers working over and over the creases
A paper fold worn through
Steady, tidy pressure and it releases
Two pieces, now more
Busy fingers not mincing carrots
Not digging up dirt or splinters
Not rubbing blood out of cotton in a shallow basin of bleach
Mindless and purposeful a pile increases
Each a perfect, rounded paper square
Ripped from something larger
Never to ease back into the whole


Kiley Frank became a mother in May 2009. An editor and writer, she lives in New Jersey with her husband and daughter.


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