Daughter and Eve: A Mothering Moment

April is National Poetry month as well as the Month of the Young Child (see previous post) and as such, I wanted to share a poem I wrote about a mothering moment I had with my first child…who also turned 7 this month (just too much synchronicity for me to let the month get away). This poem is especially meaningful to me because I wrote it after recovering from postpartum depression, during which I didn’t write, and I wasn’t mindful, and I just survived by the skin of my teeth.  This sincere and simple poem captures a long-awaited and hard-won moment at the pool with my toddler. Anyone who has suffered and then felt better may appreciate it, whatever the circumstance.

For you Mom readers: summer is upon us and many of you will be at the pool with your own children soon, I hope for moments such as this for you.

Be well.

 

Daughter and Eve*

By Kate Ferguson

 

Like this, I say, putting the red skin

to my mouth, then returning it to hers

 

I feel baby teeth

digging in

 

the crunch of flesh

giving way

 

She takes the fruit

in a two-hand grasp,

 

smiles into another taste

juice dripping down her chin

 

pick me up, she says

so I do

 

right there

next to the swimming pool

 

her back against my belly

still wet hair against my chest

 

She is bare skinned and unashamed,

white and unfreckled in my arms

 

I stare into the water, try to remember

everything about this closeness

 

Tired of my touch, she breaks

from my arms, taking the core with her.

 

*(As appeared in 2013 Iodine Poetry Journal, rights revert to author after publication)

 

 

  • Sonia

    Oh Kate. What a lovely memory for you to share, and one that provoked sweet memories of my own.ReplyCancel

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