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.