102
A Poem
Hand on forehead on stomach
on back her eyes sleepy
her voice small 102
102 102
it’s so high, too many numbers for such a tiny person my mother heart my mother worry my mother nurturing
activated ice on head
ice on stomach rubs on back
her little body sleeping on my lap
healing in every way.
Jenny Justice is a poet mom who brings poetry to life in ways that spark empathy, connection, joy, and feeling. You can read more of her poetry at Justice Poetic. Sign up for her poem a week newsletter here.