Poems & Essays

23 Feb

Song of Coos

General/Column No Response

 

The sound a butterfly’s wing makes

as it flutters languidly on a branch

is quieter than the puffs of breath from sleeping babies

Soft wet dreams flit about in their sweet-smelling heads

Honey sweet lips form coos and hesitant smiles

Babies grab at the sleek newness of skin

The world is a gift and they want to rip open the wrapping

I revel in their growth every day

Trying to commit every sound, every smile to memory

Storing those precious remembrances in my mind

as though I am pressing flowers into books

My children bloomed inside me

And every day after their birth

their petals unfurl a little bit more

 

Ophelia Leong is a wife and mother of three who loves to write. She has been published in Assisi: An Online Journal of Arts and Letters and the University of Pacific’s magazine, Calliope.

Print Friendly, PDF & Email


0 Comment

Would you like to join the discussion? Feel free to contribute!

Write a Reply or Comment

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

It’s Time February 23, 2015 The Bicycle February 23, 2015