Hiding in Lilac Bush
The post below, for mothers and infants, was originally posted in the springtime, for Mother’s day evening, but I am linking it to Bluebell Books Short Story Slam.
It’s a poem for mothers–though I suppose it doesn’t so much express appreciation of mothers as of motherhood. (Happy Mother’s Day everyday!)
Going In to Look at My Daughter Asleep
When I walk into your room,
I try to sneak
beneath your soft
small breaths like
hiding inside the
lilac bush, trying not to laugh, like
the dreams in which I
sit with my dead
grandmother, so happy to
have her back. It’s a rebirth
each time I see you after
not seeing you; it’s
as if, you miracle, made
the dead rise.
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