Time spreads like jam and jelly
My toast pops out of the toaster
I take the butter knife
My fist clenched around it like I’m in control
Outside now, determining if the sun will stay
The clouds do not consult me
They begin a game of hide and seek
I, watching them, bite into my toast
I swallow time
I let it sit in my stomach
I am usually successful at keeping it down
But my anxiety peaks in the morning
I am staring over the toilet at chunks of jam, crust, and saliva
That won’t do
I have to eat
And time, it has to pass
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Feminine touch
By Tanisha Agrawal | Dec. 3, 2022When a woman goes through the strenuous ordeal of giving birth, she acquires the feminine power that makes her a mother. The presence of a supportive partner can ease the pain gained along the journey of bearing a child. This poem encourages partners and families to empathize with the pain of mothers. Sharing pain will reduce it, and sharing happiness will increase it.
