Literary Mama writing about the many faces of motherhood

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In the seconds my back is turned
Eleanor clambers up to the desk,
pencil and book of poems just received
from a friend glowing bright. In a blink
she stakes her claim in parabolas
on the flyleaf as if she had waited all
of her two-and-a-half years for this chance
at skywriting, lines drawn in the sand,
uncipherable field she will one day
thumb through, bold ellipses
traced cradle to moment when
flesh becomes word.

I could say ruination, page scarred,
erasure a blight. But over my shoulder,
her future scrawls foxed and dogeared—
scribble of Seuss in the rain, on a train,
Little Prince at the baobabs, Antonia's sod
house on the red-tipped plain. Her hands
won't  stay dimpled, unlettered, schooled
to the margins, the ruler, the rule.
For now, let fingers wing apple to cocoon,
x-ray to zebra, her delight a caw
quick as mockingbird's scold.

Linda Parsons is the reviews editor for Pine Mountain Sand & Gravel and has contributed to The Georgia Review, Iowa Review, Prairie Schooner, Southern Poetry Review, The Chattahoochee Review, Shenandoah, among many other journals and anthologies. Her latest poetry collection is This Shaky Earth, and she is playwright-in-residence for The Hammer Ensemble, the social justice wing of Flying Anvil Theatre in Knoxville, Tennessee.

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