A Snow Day Poem
If I could take images or memories and implant them into my daughters’ brains without expensive surgery or a lot of pain on their part, I would choose the following three moments:
1. The day I first saw them-
purple and small
their skin still slick with the insides of me
my rapid sobs fogging the thick glass between us
the center of me suddenly collapsing in on itself.
2. The preschool Christmas show.
They stood apart from me, separate
and I was in here, all alone.
The First Noel echoed between us.
and I swelled both with love and fear
the way a body holds its water in the wake of a shortage.
3. Now, right this minute.
When bedtime stories come from their mouths
and my tongue is silent. When the space between them
is filled with nicknames for cute boys and stories of lunchtime
all the pain I have ever felt in my life
falls away with each whisper I cannot hear.