Literary Mama writing about the many faces of motherhood
On His Second Birthday


Finally I look up from our life,
the window wet and fogged,
trees bloodshot and burgeoning.
I loved a boy and now I love another.
Each has slept all night on my chest,
red tongue flicking my heart.

Soon I must learn to wake alone.
Tell me how to live in this burning world.

Wendy Wisner is the author of two books of poems, Epicenter (2004) and Morph and Bloom (due out in August 2013). Her poems have appeared in numerous journals and anthologies, including Prairie Schooner, Spoon River Poetry Review, Bellevue Literary Review, RHINO, Natural Bridge, 5AM, and Verse Daily. Wendy is an International Board Certified Lactation Consultant (IBCLC) and blogs about breastfeeding, motherhood, and writing at Nurse Me Mama. To read more of her poems or to order books, please visit

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Fortunately at times ones thoughts do not turn to the burning world.
Oh, My. God. I love this one.
Wendy, I love the precision of your words, their startling trajectory and resonance.
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