Joy
The alarm clock?s annoying beep sounds too soon;
Bleary-eyed, I stumble to the bathroom.
I shower and try to prepare for yet another day.
A peeping and cooing come from my son?s room.
He is already awake.
I tiptoe in to check on him.
Hearing me, he pushes himself up on his arms to find me;
A sweet, sleepy smile wakes up my heart.
Sometimes
Sometimes I miss my maiden name ?Name like a novelist or an actress ?
The freedom and guts to move alone to Hungary
To travel in Europe and discover myself
To finally feel like I fit my nameEven after eight years, my signature falters
My name no longer flows, it bounces
Like a repotted flower or a transplanted tree
I am still growing into your name
By April Kuper