I know you're there.
I see you when I close my eyes,
sucking your thumb in the other room.
You remind me a bit of my sister,
and of my mother just as much.
Sometimes you're three and we're about to leave
for your first day at the kindergarten.
Sometimes you're an infant
latched to my breast.
Sometimes you have the eyes
of the boy I flirted with last night.
Sometimes, when I like myself
you look just like me.
Your name changes with my mood
but mine never does.
I'm always 'mum',
a little word that makes me tingle inside.
Until I grow up.
Until I'm good enough.
Until I'm worth your love.
Until then, wait for me, my baby.
A contest entry
- Children by Jeni Fire.
1200 points, ended June 25, 2007, 13 entries
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Comments
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Excellent!
I really like this work! It is deep and thoughtful and written with a maturity of spirit and a clarity of thought I find refreshing!
Good luck in the contest!
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