Poems & Essays

20 Feb

when my arms are full

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when my arms are full of my children
it is my church
it is every prayer i had that came true
and every birthday candle and fortune cookie
every eyelash and every time i put my finger on the window glass
in my car as i crossed a railroad track
and it is every dream that left me crying when i woke clutching air
and everything that is good and wide and complete

when my arms are full
i feel sometimes
like i could die right there and replicate heaven
in that moment
when my arms are full of my children
it is like holding life itself



My name is Amanda Linsmeier and I am the author of Ditch Flowers (Penner Publishing, 2015). In 2014 I placed as a quarter-finalist in the Mary Shay Ballard Poetry Prize by Casey Shay Press. Other work has been featured in Portage Magazine, Brain, Child Magazine, and Literary Mama. When I’m not writing or reading, I work part-time at my local library and bring home more books than I have time to read, but I see this as a really great problem.

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  1. Donna Richards

    February 21, 2017 at 5:06 pm

    I love this poem as the mom of five boys one is now an angel this speaks to me thank you for sharing Donna Richards donnarichards@bellsouth.net
    author My brothers keeper a kindergartners view of autism


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