After some conversations I was having I had to write this one, heh.

[kiya]

Mama

There was in me
A trailing reluctance
To let go
Of what nurtured you—

Even though
It now fed
Neither you
Nor me.

But—

When you tucked your head
Against my chest
To cling again,
I don't think
You even
Noticed
It was gone.

Comments

[redbird]

I like this.

[graydon]

The "entire mood in few words" poem nature is strong with this one.

[batrachian]

... Whoof.

[kiya]

I feel that this one is simultaneously a very specific thing and "what being a parent is actually like" in a nutshell.

[pameladean]

This made me instantly break down in tears. Good job. (No, seriously that's not sarcasm, very good job.)

P.

[kiya]

I genuinely am finding the fact that this process is producing these tiny gutpunch poems one of the most reassuring parts of it.

But yeah, this one is particularly what it is.

[mindways]

<3 <3 <3