A mama finds her voice through her writing.
Just Shrug Your Shoulders
A poem by Amy Turn Sharp.
My Heartbreaker
And my heart falls to the floor, right out of my body and around the room. His fingers used to be so small like the tiniest promise, the boldest whisper. And now he woos me with Neil Young. And now we move like folk singers across the carpet.
Tiny Feet
you are tiptoeing
across the threshold of babyhood
your tiny feet
make noises
like a creaky staircase
that lives in my heart
I am the old lady at the top
peering down
and I sing Tom Petty to you
In the mouth of a child
like a tin can telephone
your voice travels to me
mama
mama
mama