Literary Mama writing about the many faces of motherhood
Boy at Play

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He shakes the pot filled with shapes. Clasping
the star. One bag to check. Travel.
We three kings and all that.
Before you ask me, let me tell you.
Is my baby okay? This separation is like jumping,
Bank to bank. Remember rivers? Hopscotch.
I wish I could skip from city to city so easily.
Stand on one leg, switch to the other. Like this.
Like that.


Lori D’Angelo lives in Virginia with her husband, son, two dogs, and a cat. Her work has appeared in various journals including Drunken Boat, Stirring, and Word Riot. She is currently finishing a novel and looking forward to the cooler days of fall.


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This is a very nice poem. Thank you for sharing, I feel that this poem is about the juggling that parents do with their children and work. Very good.
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