I try to find a
fitting complement. I lose
my phone when you\u2019re home.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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Is like becoming a moon
orbiting a planet;
the only place to turn
is to the baby.
As you hold his body,
your face gravitates to his,
your shoulders pulled
to the small weight in your arms,
body wanting to envelop him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It will wear on your self esteem
your inexperience,
your mistakes.
His newness will eclipse you
although you never intended that.
In the company of others
words evaporate,
responses hang mid air,
topics for conversations vaporize
in the fog of memory,
even the written words,
are two shades left of true.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mary Wlodarski has published poems in Texas Poetry Review, Spry, Slippery Elm Literary Journal, <\/em>and Water~Stone<\/em>. She teaches English and Creative Writing and completed her MFA at Hamline University. She lives in Minnesota with her three horses, husband, and two young boys.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" 21st century love poem I try to find a fitting complement. I lose my phone when you\u2019re home. Motherhood Is like becoming a moonorbiting a planet;the only place to turnis to the baby.As you hold his body, your face gravitates to his, your shoulders pulledto the small weight in your arms,body wanting to envelop him. … <\/p>\n