Return to Top of Page
Menu
  • Close
  • About Us
  • Contributors
  • Donate
  • Opportunities
  • Staff
  • Submissions
  • 20 Years
  • Facebook
  • Twitter
  • Instagram
  • Search Website
Literary Mama
  • Current Issue
  • Past Issues
  • Departments
  • Blog
  • Newsletter

Poetry | May 2014

The Best Things Come from Little Rock, AR

By Eve Lyons

I remember waiting.
I remember calling the Target in Little Rock to reserve a car seat.
I remember taking on the phone with his first mother,
I remember meeting her in Chili’s with a guy who looked like David Crosby.
I remember eating breakfast every morning at the Marriott.
I remember how the first night we both woke up every two hours,
because he did, because we couldn’t sleep anyway.
I remember how big his hands and feet seemed,
and how his skin peeled off like something primordial.
I remember his belly button didn’t want to let go of his umbilical cord,
so the doctor put silver nitrate on it, which stained his shirt.
I remember all the people coming to visit in the first month,
how he smiled for the first time when he was just a month old.
I remember his first word was “yesssssssss.”
I remember him pulling himself up to standing, learning to crawl,
how pleased with himself he was.
I remember how long we waited,
how much heartache, how much longing.

Leave a Reply Cancel reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

Share This Page

  • Facebook
  • Twitter
  • Email
  • Copy Link

Eve Lyons

Learn More

Subscribe to Our Newsletter

Don't miss out on Literary Mama news and updates

[mc4wp_form id="24407"]
  • Facebook
  • Twitter
  • Instagram
  • Instagram
  • RSS

© 2023 Literary Mama | Search Site | About Us | Staff | Submissions | Privacy Policy