at breast
in tender joy
her second born
first kick
lightens the life
she grows
start of life
her first kick
in the guts
dribbling on my arm
I move the babe
from my breast
nine month’s sway
serving their breakfasts
in summer heat
kindergarten gate
my childhood
as her hand came free
what approached the nine months
for you
I let in
cherry blossoms fall
breast feeding
into her smile
her eighth month…
mid-summer grapes
plump on the vines
Strolling past sunflowers
at eight months
now she accepts their nods.
