Literary Mama writing about the many faces of motherhood
Mother of Invention

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You were so not me
so soon. I thought I'd own you
like a good piece of furniture, chosen
in my taste, to outlast me.
But your new eyes followed my face
until I lolled, belly up, obedient
maternal beast, to touch the forceps mark
high on your cheeks, thinking yes, but,
the concept was mine.

Dawn Flora Cadwell began her professional writing life as an advertising copywriter. Her freelance feature work has appeared in The Oregonian. Dawn is a past recipient of the Young Readers’ Literature Fellowship from Oregon Literary Arts and is currently at work on a novel. She lives in Portland, Oregon with her husband and son–whose taste runs to math.

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This is lovely. Unsentimental and presentient but loving.
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