May 9th, 2010 / 2:12 pm
Excerpts

Mother’s Day poem

DOWNTOWN CROSSING
by Mairéad Byrne

A cup of coffee can be a mother.
A cigarette can be a mother.
A blanket can be a mother.
A wool cap can be a mother.
A coat can be a mother.
A booth can be a mother.
A warm grating can be a mother.
You can be your own mother.

I found this poem in a really cool anthology called Not for Mothers Only: Contemporary Poems on Child-Getting and Child-Rearing (Fence Books, 2007)

Also, MairĂ©ad Byrne’s collection The Best of (What’s Left of) Heaven (Publishing Genius, 2010) is available now.

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12 Comments

  1. Nathan (Nate) Tyree—

      well then

  2. Nathan (Nate) Tyree—

      well then

  3. Nathan (Nate) Tyree—

      well then

  4. luke—

      guess they should call it independence day then

  5. luke—

      guess they should call it independence day then

  6. iain—
  7. iain—
  8. luke—

      guess they should call it independence day then

  9. iain—
  10. Moshenberg—

      And if you bang yourself you can be your own motherf***er. —-Moshenberg

  11. Moshenberg—

      And if you bang yourself you can be your own motherf***er. —-Moshenberg

  12. Moshenberg—

      And if you bang yourself you can be your own motherf***er. —-Moshenberg