Poem #10: Pleasure, Sonnet, Apostrophe

Sophie shooting in Waimanalo at dawn.

Generational Shift By Paula Bender I count her fingers, I count her toes, I smell her cheeks, I kiss her nose. My heart swelled when we first met. Becoming a mother took away my breath. As my daughter grows and becomes her own person, I must deny the urge to provide diversion. For I wish to stall her growing independence,… Continue reading Poem #10: Pleasure, Sonnet, Apostrophe