Pinch, tickle, walk away
Sophie, 15 months, Sends a Message
My daughter bends down to tickle me
as I sit in a chair writing
but grabs instead a roll of mommy
fat, inching over the waist of my pants.
Not so much of a roll as to warrant a muumuu,
say, or a frumpy, flouncy skirted bathing suit,
but enough to pinch with short, chubby fingers.
She is delighted with her find,
pinches, tickles, walks away.
This is my new diet,
my new therapy,
my new writing prompt
to beat the dreaded block:
pinch, tickle, walk away.
posted by jillypoet @ 2:45 PM
3 Comments:
I like the way you balance on the edge of the cutesy pot without falling in.
i like "this is my diet, my therapy" . . . kid pinching mommy fat might make me eat a donut, but then again, i have issues!
I agree with mike_m -- you avoided the too-cute danger that sometimes creeps into poems about motherhood/parenthood/etc.
Pinch,tickle,walk away -- your new writing prompt: a metaphor that could have many meanings, many levels. What does it take to write powerfully? Pinch (pain) tickle (laugh it off, or meet the pain with humor) then get it -- or give it a rest.
I really appreciate this poem. There is so much treasure to be found in being a conscious, connected parent.
Maureen
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