God, I need a bigger bra.

I actually have wanted

to say those words all my life.

I lost (most) of my lockdown pounds,

so I was not expecting changes

of that kind this late in life

(snow-kissed hair, quilted face),


and I wasn’t going to risk

trying bras on.

I took the __ cup because

it was the only size in the comfy style

and it wouldn’t be the first time

I’ve stuffed something with kleenex,

which is as forgivable

as padding a sermon.


I spend a lot of time doubting

whether I can be fruitful

and would rather adjust

the straps on someone younger.


O you ruthless Parabler,


it’s been so long

since I’ve nursed babies of my own,

or held a grandchild’s bottle–

and now you say it’s still my time

to feed the world. amen.

Maren C. Tirabassi’s forthcoming book will be Christmas Eve at the Epsom Circle McDonald’s and Other Poems and she blogs at http://giftsinopenands@wordpress.com/ She’s a UCC, US, pastor and a writer and lives in Portsmouth, New Hampshire. She is always surprised by seeing the Great Pumpkin.

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