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Motherlust
by Amanda J CobbA little girl sits next to me on the boat
and says I have pretty hair.
I see my lover's clear eyes
in her freckled, dimpled face.
But she isn't mine.
My womb aches for a moment
at its monthly cycle of sterile pills.
My mind consoles:
but there's still so much to do. 10/05/2004 Author's Note: I turn 20 this month, and it appears my biological clock is chiming the hour already. Quite...alarming? I don't know. feedback, please.
**Revised slightly 10/29/2004
**Revised slightly May 2007
Posted on 10/05/2004
Copyright © 2024 Amanda J Cobb
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Max Bouillet on 10/20/04 at 12:00 PM Biological clocks are powerful timepieces that nature tends to wind too tightly. Its hard to not wanna baby when you see cute little children. I think its just natural. Great read. |
| Posted by Bethany Lee on 05/16/08 at 02:08 PM Good reflections, well written and described. And there IS still plenty of time. Don't rush it, or you'll regret it - things I dare not put in ink... |
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