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Another Origami Butterfly
I saw my little friend at the park again today.
She gave me another origami butterfly and,
looking back to her mother, said,
“Baby on board.” We all smiled.
When Joseph came home for lunch,
I showed him the butterfly and we folded
into one another for a little mid-day release.
When Joseph kissed my stomach,
I thought of that little girl, and
wondered what her life would become.
She gave me another origami butterfly and,
looking back to her mother, said,
“Baby on board.” We all smiled.
When Joseph came home for lunch,
I showed him the butterfly and we folded
into one another for a little mid-day release.
When Joseph kissed my stomach,
I thought of that little girl, and
wondered what her life would become.
Published 15th Mar 2024
Author's Note
I'm now at 30 weeks. My due date is May 4. While walking at the park I met my little friend again.
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15th Mar 2024 6:10pm
"Baby on board" - what humour such a child shows. Like the way you weave into this short poem the folding of paper into shapes and the erotic folding into each other of bodies.
BTW, noting your tailend footnote, my late father's birthday was 1 May (aptly Labour Day, which it would have been for his own mother!)
BTW, noting your tailend footnote, my late father's birthday was 1 May (aptly Labour Day, which it would have been for his own mother!)
16th Mar 2024 4:44am
