Breath
by Carol Dorf
Those automatic days
where breath is background
and we ignore details of oxygen’s ways.
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The Alteration
by Nancy Gustafson
She sits on the floor with pins and thread
to lower a hem and save a Sunday dress.
Her daughter stands upon a chair, dreams
of her future, romance, adventure.
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My Daughter's Music
to Samantha, age three
by Pamela L. Laskin
You hear it
and you're off,
swirling in the air
with fluid quickness
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Present Moment
by Teresa Middleton
Dog-eared pages of a romance novel mark
distractions, not disrespect. A garden hose hisses,
gurgling water into a plastic pool. A dog barks
in a neighbor's yard.
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The Struggle Begins
by Amanda Qualls
When I grab the bath towel
Her expression grows mulish
Steam fogs the bathroom mirror
Muddy footprints lead to the big tub
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Alexander's Song
by Rebecca L. Roos
Tonight I held you in my arms
I felt your little heart tug at mine.
Your arms tightened around my neck as if I might be lost…
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To Taylor, From Nana
by Cindi Rigsbee
I was there
the first time
you saw a balloon.
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Getting Lost in My Own Neighborhood
by J.B. Rowell
We set out on mother-daughter walk.
At the end of my hand a full smile,
I smile back. Down the trail
in our still-new neighborhood,
to the lake with strategically-placed
boulders for viewing.
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Zen Dreams
by C. Delia Scarpitti
First breath
New words uncoiling
Airways spiraling open
Mastering this moment with
Lessons sent from muddy fingertips
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Plenty
by Dara-Lyn Shrager
I nearly baked my head,
Basting
A broiling chicken,
Corncobs jittering
Over flames
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To Philip, Opening Night
by Cynthia Storrs
A thousand eyes
watched you turn beneath the lights.
In my mind's eye I see your shoulders roll and twist,
your eyes quiz and mist.
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Poem for My Daughter
by Peggy Towers
She's that slip of a girl with my curly hair.
She stretches tall, straddles the large, white pony.
Those long legs that wrap all the way around the pony's barrel, are my
mother's.
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