Mothering Nature
Why wouldn’t she? Build her nest there Under cover Nestled behind Safe from harm? Why wouldn’t she? Trust her pair of eggs To its softness Smooth and deep Hidden from view? Why wouldn’t she? Sit upon them Warm and waiting For their hatching Into the new day? All was quiet All was still All was […]
Burqa Baby
The woman sitting near me is a mother. I know because she is carrying a child with beautiful dark eyes. The eyes are all I can see. Tiny hands wrap around mother’s waist. Tiny toes spread as far as they can, brushing against each other in their suspension. This gaze somehow haunts me. Burqa baby’s […]