I’m not a parent
I have no offspring
No one with my eyes
Not even my smile
And yet…
I’m up to my elbows
In squeaks and squawks
Hair is going wild
What is a shower?
New language of the tongue
Combine making phrases
Of I said so’s and
Do not disrespect me!
I sound my like mother
Oh how can this be?
When did my life turn
Into a party for twenty-three?
My name is now obsolete
No lover can save it
No more a name but phonics
That crawl up the spine
How do they do it?
They will pull you in
Straight from the chest
Till your glasses are rosy
I have chosen this
Unorthodox way of life
Of spending a year
With not my spawn
Force thyself to be
The one who holds
Their worlds in the
Pit of my stomach
Taking the time to
Cast, form, and shape
The incorruptible
Citizens of my heart
Noting each day
I must bear to be
In their constant
Unwavering presence
This way I must be
When June 21st appears
My world will hush
A wet smile on my face
An Everyday Girl's Outlet 