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Poetry | August 2011

Quiet, Mama

By Anne Bauer

I should get out of bed,
make tidy checks on my to-do list,
but my little guy found me here.
We’re huddled under the sheet
hiding from the seeking dog.
Quiet, Mama.

His days slide away from me, one
by one.
Immutable design erases knee dimples,
flattens cheeks, asserts:
Do it self.
Independence in increments.

Already people exist
who recognize him and not me.
I see where this is going.
Tomorrow he will be
a deep voice on the other end
of the phone once a week.

So we squeal when Daisy noses under our cover
and hide again from whatever comes.

4 replies on “Quiet, Mama”

janet hulbertsays:
August 11, 2011 at 4:44 pm

Beautiful !

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Alicia C.says:
August 11, 2011 at 5:06 pm

Saw this shared on Facebook. It’s just PERFECT! Thank you for creating such a beautiful poem.

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Gina Bednarzsays:
August 13, 2011 at 12:19 pm

How lovely – you brought back those wonderful moments that I spent with my now 16-year-old, snuggling in my big bed on Saturday mornings. I do miss those days – cherish them while they last!

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Sarahsays:
August 14, 2011 at 6:20 pm

So lovely and real! Thank you for sharing this beautiful poem!

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