Literary Mama writing about the many faces of motherhood
Animal Crackers

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It was nothing but the loads of laundry
I'd been meaning to do for days
piling up

as the rain pummeled down,
and the warmth of our bodies
fogged up the windows

and you thought it was amazing,
so you drew a smiley face
on the glass and said it was me,

and the pride in your accomplishment
was ours to share,
and I made snacks--

animal crackers, raisins, and juice.
And you played with each animal
before then devouring it,

and I climbed the stairs
to put laundry away
as the water from the fresh load ran,

and the cascade of you
into my arms
when I came back

knocked me down.
"I'm a cheetah," you said
and I loved the feeling of falling.

There was just enough room in my heart
for all of your animals to race
--freely.


Amber Momoh is a 28-year-old mother who lives with her husband and three kids in San Diego. She spent much of her youth doing volunteer work, first at an abused women and children’s shelter in Tijuana, Mexico, and later collecting books and distributing them to schools and libraries in Sierra Leone, West Africa, where her husband is from. She is an adult high school student and frequent poetry workshopper.


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