Poems & Essays

25 Jun


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Sometimes I wish I could turn
into a clump of reeds, hide

in a shallow pond — Which one of us
is your mother? Take your time.

I wouldn’t mind a little wind ruffle,
a little rest — But you toddle on

through soaring stalks, giggling
at the water’s splash, and like Pan,

you find and pipe me,
an instrument at your little lips.




Michelle S. Ramadan is mother to a bunny-loving dimpled two-year-old. She lives, teaches, and writes in Massachusetts.

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