A poem I wrote maybe 4 or 5 years ago; I found it on a folded sheet of paper in a box of old stuff. In Alabama,… Read more “Friday poem”
Day: September 7, 2007
It’s 3 AM I must be feeding
The first three or so days of breastfeeding, Elliot latched on quickly but slowed down as he went along. These days, he begins in an angry state.… Read more “It’s 3 AM I must be feeding”
