A wondrous poem from Jacqueline Cioffa
Harnessing The Madness
Hush, little mama
Dry your acrid, bittersweet, woeful tears
Don’t you cry, pretty mama
Your darling, happy, freckle-face baby is struggling, fevered, and
deliriously HOT
Oh, okay, go on then
Go ahead and cry, little mama
Cry those real, big-old-salty tears
Enough to fill an ocean
Squash the fire under mountains of regret, and molten lava erupting
Don’t worry, hush lullaby mama
Your baby girl is a strong, solid swimmer
You taught her that
You and her, submersed
Her JOY full love of water
Bouncy, giggly, freedom submerged while cemented together hand in
hand
She was fearless in your arms
Unafraid of stormy seas, tsunamis and heavenly floods
Little girl’s flapping her arms now, mama
Crazed, and kicking hard to swim to the top
Oh hush now, pretty mama,
don’t worry your fraught, exhausted mind or fret
Water trumps fire, and this girl
Your darling baby
She
Is
Harnessing…
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