Literary Mama writing about the many faces of motherhood
Weaning: God

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It ends as it began:
one pale yellow drop
from my left breast,
the right breast dry.
In the night I think
he looks like a child, like himself,
head halfway under the covers,
green eyes grinning. In the morning,
my head aches. Outside,
it’s New Year’s Day.
A baby cries. Balloons pop.
Each year feels the same
as the one before, he says.
He doesn’t know he’s weaning.
He forgets to ask, talks himself to sleep instead,
his mouth against my elbow.
Last night the moon was sliced
perfectly in half. I thought:
two more weeks
before my next egg pops,
and then
who knows what gifts
what ridiculous joys
the richest milk
the softest babe
please god let’s do it

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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