Literary Mama writing about the many faces of motherhood
To a Son, Before His Birth


Six months
with your red knot
of life within me,
and still sometimes
it turns
and the womb-light
catches a silver strand
of sorrow
that I cannot untangle
from the rest of you.

It begins to teach me—
and I begin to learn—
this wire will remain
sewn in me
after you leave

         and leave again

                      and leave

                                  yet another way.

This is your leaving:
the thread you weave
night after night in my skin.

Kendra Langdon Juskus is a freelance writer and editor and the associate poetry editor for BOAAT. She holds an MFA in creative writing from Spalding University, and her work has appeared in Fifth Wednesday Journal, Ruminate, and City Creatures: Animal Encounters in the Chicago Wilderness. Originally from New York’s Hudson River Valley, she lives in Durham, North Carolina, with her husband and two young sons.

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Loved reading this touching poem, Kendra. Its such a true commentary on being a mother.
Lovely, Kendra.
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