"Barely"A Poem by Essence LondonThe relationship between mother and newly-born son.
“Are you alive?” the nurse asks thumping the soft inside of the girl’s elbow where veins are supposed to protrude. She does not answer, but asks if this will keep her from donating plasma. The answer is: “Yes. Try us again next week.” Yes, she’ll need the money next week too, but her son cannot wear the same diaper until then. She blinks profusely as she passes the waiting room full of the able-bodied.
© 2013 Essence LondonAuthor's Note
Reviews
|
Stats
307 Views
2 Reviews Added on March 1, 2013 Last Updated on March 1, 2013 Tags: poetry blocks, prose poetry, mothers, sons, series, draft AuthorEssence LondonNorth Little Rock, ARAboutI am a mother first, but all of my life I've been a poet. more..Writing
|