Over at NaPoWriMo, I was confronted with the oddest prompt to date. It said:
Write a poem consisting entirely of things you’d like to say, but never would, to a parent, lover, sibling, child, teacher, roommate, best friend, mayor, president, corporate CEO, etc.
Despite my initial reaction of and you expect me to share that!, here I am sharing thoughts of me as a new mother.
By: Meena Rose
There are many better mothers than I;
I am sure, for there are some things I
Can’t endure: mashed baby food,
Vomit and high pitched wails.
My gut quivered and my ears bled;
Through it all I smiled and I cooed;
When the old lady quipped “What an adorable
Angel!” – I really wanted to say “All yours!”