Mother of Invention
You were so not me
so soon. I thought I’d own you
like a good piece of furniture, chosen
in my taste, to outlast me.
But your new eyes followed my face
until I lolled, belly up, obedient
maternal beast, to touch the forceps mark
high on your cheeks, thinking yes, but,
the concept was mine.
1 reply on “Mother of Invention”
This is lovely. Unsentimental and presentient but loving.