Have a Look

Baby, have you seen

the laps of skin under my arms

jiggling with each movement

have a look

our mothers lay there

Darling, our mothers lay bear

there in my arms

they lay naked

exposed to my movements

asking me, child

what will you do with us

as you age to reflect our image

Child, what will you make of us?

have a look!

Oma

Poet.

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