Monday, March 26, 2007

Put in my place by poetry

So I've bragged before that my younger daughter is a poet.

Two nights ago, I was getting undressed, she looked up at me and said: "Your breasts are big."

They're not huge, but they're certainly noticeable. I recalled long hours nursing this tough little preemie, feeling maternal and proud.

Brushing her hair, she continued. "Your breasts are floppy. Like dog ears, only shorter."

2 comments:

Tina Chaulk said...

LOL!!! Oh yeah, she's a poet. With a flair for simile.

Anonymous said...

Where does she get that tongue?

Spark-gap transmission / Michelle Butler Hallett

Spark-gap transmission / Michelle Butler Hallett
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