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://firstname.lastname@example.org/ 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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