According to My Mother
Jenny Sadre-Orafai


If it doesn’t happen soon, it’s just
not going to.

The weight of a smaller hand fisting
my pointer finger.

Toothless smiles through netting
of playpens.

Matching wallpaper to a duck
or sailboat theme.

Spooning powder cereal to water,
making bowled meals.

Walking with a lean from a weighty
body, always slapping against a hip.