Poem

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

About Kitty

Kitty Jarman is 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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One Response to Poem

  1. Julie's Stein says:

    Awesome, one of my many favorites!

    Like

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