How my 3-year-old comforts her depressed mother/Cecile Bol
Cecile Bol’s heart wrenching yet playful poem reminds us all of the fragility of motherhood. The bittersweet undertone that is carried through to the perfect ending leaves the reader with a curiosity that can only be quenched by reading the poem again, and again. Available in issue five of Eye Flash Poetry Journal
good morning, now why is it
so warm under your covers?
don’t be scared of the flowers
on the sheets, they won’t eat you
at least not without chopsticks
you must stay on the bed now!
the room is full of monsters
– and ghosts – and small animals
like dinosaurs and dragons
some dragons so small they fit
into your mouth, go on, you
can eat them, they taste a bit
– or pear…