Mother’s Day


When the sandbox is overturned
And the cucumber shoots are heavy with tiny crystals
I chant summer summer summer
And walk upstairs
This is how it is now:
I lose my patience over and over
Only to find it waiting for me
Calling me
Not by my name
But by the name mother.

Alicia Jo Rabins is a writer, musician and Torah teacher based in Portland, Ore. She currently is working on a memoir. Her second poetry book, “Fruit Geode,” will be published by Augury Books in October.

+