if you'd stayed littlelike all mothers sometimeshope, then I wouldn't smileso brightly nowwatching you toddlein your bright yellowboots. and one daystanding in the kitchen,I'll be having a conversationwith a man,and I'll wonder how it happened.I'll think back forjust a secondto once upon a timewhen you fit perfect in myyoung arms. but you'll say, "Mom,"and I'll… Continue reading Bright Yellow Boots
Tag: growing up
(If Only You Could)
Words for that awkward middle. I see you. you can order your copy of Hope Gives a Eulogy HERE. Love writing + sharing my first book of poems with you.❤
Sierra V. Fedorko 