an orange nestles in my palm like an unopened rosebud my children flock around me like baby birds their eager mouths waiting for a honey-gold crescent I dig in my nail and peel back the thick porous skin juice and pulp quivering beneath membranes as light as cobwebs phosphorescent particles
glitter on my fingers as the tangy scent of orange nectar flutters up to my nose like a curious hummingbird my children scatter prizes clutched in hand I watch them with a smile my little sparrows nourished by my love and the fruit I peel with my own two hands
Ophelia Leong has been published in Mothers Always Write, Allegro Poetry, Vine Leaves Literary Journal, Saturday Night Reader, among others. She is a stay at home mom to three children and she writes and does Irish Dance in her spare time. She is working on her first novel. She blogs here: Ophelialeong.blogspot.com or you can find her on Twitter @OpheliaLeong.