What Are Weekends For?

Lilly Bright Poetry

Once upon a time, the weekends were for catch-up. Now, “catch-up” is the red sauce splattering on white jeans as my son sails a french-fried potato into my lap.

Motherless Mother’s Day

Katie Coppens Poetry

Do you get a wish on Mother’s Day? If I did—I would wish for you. I would wish for you to hold my children, and laugh with them, and play, and smile.