her eighth month…
mid-summer grapes
plump on the vines
Poem Category: Motherhood
Poem 2174
Strolling past sunflowers
at eight months
now she accepts their nods.
her eighth month…
mid-summer grapes
plump on the vines
Strolling past sunflowers
at eight months
now she accepts their nods.
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