Tagged: daughter

you and i reflect

because there is no

the middle

the middle
of the night
disappears
so stealthily,
there is little
room for
protest, just
a sudden
birth to
morning
and the first
cry we are
left sharing
.
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for years, my father

for years, my father
rose before sunrise so that
we could sleep soundly –

we flourished in certainty
when love was something simple
.
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daddy’s girl

it is some sort of

it is some sort of
Olympics when
my mother performs
that final double
crochet bind-off,
perfecting
the edges of
my name before
wrapping me
in it, secured
to this red-
letter day

.
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if the first woman came

if the first woman came
from man’s rib, the next
came from her
mother’s, as all
subsequent women
have come. from an
embrace the size of
one enduring
lullaby, we
are double-dyed in her
image, imprinted,
impressed
.
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