Poetry: Wondrous Women

A poem for my mom, and women everywhere – we are truly wondrous creatures

Madhuri Writes

wondrouswomen-momandme  wondrouswomen-dashandme

Wondrous Women

on a too-many-miles-away-to-count
conversation with my mom
in the midst of catching up
she paused and commented
on new ink across my hand
I laughed and replied
how did you notice and
she laughed and replied
I know every inch of your skin
I birthed you and learned you
and will know you always
days later I glanced at my son
paused and commented
on the new freckle on his wrist
he laughed and replied
how do you see these things
and I smiled and thought to myself
because I am like my mother
and she is like her mother
and we are magic beings
in the most wondrous
of ways


The poetry on this blog and Write Bitches are works of fiction, erupting from my incredibly over-active imagination. This piece is inspired by mom and really, women in general – goddamn we are wondrous. It’s slightly…

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