poetry on mamazine:

Grandchild
by Terri Taylor Weiner

Hard Scrabble
by Rick Chamberlin

Rooting
by Tonya Ward Singer

Resting State (for my mother)
by Rafaella Del Bourgo

Mom With Headache Lets Son Drive to School
by Rochelle Ratner

Songs I Used to Get in My Head All Day and Songs I Get in My Head All Day Now That I Am a Mother
by Jessy Randall

Folding Laundry
by Theresa McCourt

Daughter's Gnashing of Teeth
by Maureen Tolman Flannery

Firstborn
by Sally Goade

My Mother's Closets
by Sally Goade


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POETRY

Rooting
by Tonya Ward Singer

This poem dares me to admit
I need its blank space
more than you, my son, need me.
Set him down, it says.
Wind-up lullaby one more time.
The uncapped pen awaits.
Yet, my tired hands pull you to my breast.
Nursing the façade of my selflessness,
I sing to you again.


Tonya Ward Singer has an M.F.A. in creative writing from Goddard College and a seven-month-old son. Her publications include memoirs in the Seal Press anthology Expat: Woman's True Tales from Life Abroad and the Sunday section of the San Francisco Chronicle. A teacher for ten years, she has also published Holes (Literature Circle Guide) for Scholastic and co-written The Scholastic Teacher Plan Book. Her poems have won local awards including publication on Sonoma County Transit buses.