Amy Secrist

Tag: motherhood

  • On a Walk

    This fresh buckeye shines, just cracked from its prickly shell. You glow, giddy with discovery bouyant with purpose knowing only this, now, air, wind, leaves, tricycle, sidewalk, pedals. I watch the back of your hand move sideways across your lips, your fingers wipe the itch from your eyes, your lids blink and your nose wrinkles.…

  • What Time?

    “Mama, Mama, Mama.” They call like newborn birds. They scramble to get to my criss-crossed lap. They throw silky arms about my neck, downy feathers in the breeze. I stop what I am doing, what I’ve not yet begun, with an eye to future’s empty nest, my raising work all done.  

  • For Thomas (On the Occasion of His Tenth Birthday)

    Often you say to me, “I can’t believe you’re my mom.” I choose to take this as a compliment. Often I say to you, ” Please stop acting like an almost 10-year-old.” I insist you take this as a compliment. When I think of life a decade ago, I wince at all my oozing pridefulness.…