First Practice
Andrea
Lani lives and writes in Whitefield, ME, where her three sons provide
plenty of material, but leave her with little time to write it. She
produces the zine GEMINI, blogs at remains of the day, and her fiction has appeared on Literary Mama.
First Practice is a masterful expression of the tension between serving self and serving children that is inherent in mothering. Readers who happen to be mothers will nod their heads in identification; readers who happen not to be mothers will relate it to their own feelings of ambivalence, whatever those feelings have been born from.
First Practice is a masterful expression of the tension between serving self and serving children that is inherent in mothering. Readers who happen to be mothers will nod their heads in identification; readers who happen not to be mothers will relate it to their own feelings of ambivalence, whatever those feelings have been born from.
First Practice
By Andrea Lani
I glance up
from my book
slumped on the
hard corner of
the bleachers
to see bat smack
ball hit floor bounce
into the black
glove we brought
home less than
24 hours ago.
Milo's eyes,
astonished,
meet mine,
my arm reaches
out, thumbs-up.
We leave the
gym into blue
sky day. Him,
ecstatic, me, afraid
my Saturdays will
be swallowed whole.
Posted by Annmarie at 7/26/2009 11:38 PM 
Categories: Observation, today's words
Tags: Little League motherhood Andrea Lani
Categories: Observation, today's words
Tags: Little League motherhood Andrea Lani
Nice. I especially like the surprise ending.
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Oh, one boy's joy is his mom's nightmare. Must happen all the time.
Clever poem, and congratulations!
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Love the rhythm of that bouncing ball, and what luck to have looked up just in time to witness it hit glove!
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Mmm. Yes, life has those days/decades. I hope for the vibrant memories made on wasted days.
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