Runaway Women
While you eat frozen blueberries,
I read you The Runaway Bunny,
by Margaret Wise Brown,
not once, but three times,
refilling your bowl to keep your attention.
Someday you will run from me
like I did from my mother
and she ran from hers,
so far away you will be fooled
into thinking that these worn,
ripped pages don’t apply to us.
1 reply on “Runaway Women”
Wow, Rebecca. You articulate something here that has been haunting me about my new baby (and about myself). Very nicely done.