Momma by Julia Englund

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Momma

Watching Mom sunbathe-
We always just-knew she was
fat:
She wore less makeup than
the other moms;
We thought her less
because of it.

She was strange and it
seemed unnatural
That someone with so much
need to love,
(come to find out,
years later) ,
So deserving-
Never found any of it
Coming the opposite direction.

But I loved her then,
In her tube-tight top,
Belly up and
bottom sides sweating...
Bulbous thighs and
Sticky hair,
All alone and
Open to the world.

Julia Englund

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Paul Shannon (7/8/2008 7:05:00 PM)
i'd forgotten just how fine this is..... so finely drawn in fact, that i wouldn't be surprised if you've made it all up....

Ivan Donn Carswell (4/25/2007 6:37:00 PM)
Sounds a bit like my mother - unashamedly super economy sized and made larger with her absolute openess. The love was a given. Great poem. Rgds, Ivan

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