How Mommies Grow Up
flashes of lightning and I run
trying not to clutch my son
too close
afraid he’ll be infected
with my fear
but we’re in the basement again his eyes wide
too young to say silly mommy it’s just a storm
later that night as we
both approach sleep
I pray I grow up
before he does
years later as thunderclouds build
my son stands with his sons
in front of the window
their eyes wide
all of them infected
with the wonder of it
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About Kitty
Kitty Jarman has been an active member of the writing community in the Fox Valley area, since 1998. One of eighteen authors from the St. Charles Writers Group who wrote the group novel, “Don’t Die Mr. Opal, Oklahoma Needs You,” published in 2006. Her poem, Dead Orchids, was selected in 2013 for Drawn with Words; a publication by the Fine Arts Counsel and also is the cover of her book of poetry, published in 2017. She is working on a collection of short stories and a mystery novel.
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Awesome, one of my many favorites!
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