Silence poem
A Godmom can only laugh
Silence
Is never portentous
Of lucky tidings
A mother knows
Silence
Is the time
When the commode
Eats a 3-roll meal
It’s the time
Walls get clothed in paint
And
Toddlers get unclothed,
Naked on tricycles
Or the moment
I hear the words
“Godmama, these giant band-aids
float really good!”
And discover an armada
Of panty liners floating in
my bathroom sink.