A Poem of Childhood (And Writing Update)

Memory  

The mattress is so large 

I can spread my arms out 

until my shoulders ache 

and never find the edge 

From where I lie I peer through crib bars 

at painted-blue nursery walls 

The air around me is as quiet 

as an infant’s breath, 

sleepy and thick with milk 

I brush baby-fine hair  

from my face 

with hands that have not yet 

hurt another 

And in my mind 

the motion weaves thought into a cloth 

and stitches together 

the first scrap  

of patchwork memory 

So some of you may have noticed I skipped a week. Sorry about that! These last few weeks have been pretty busy for me. For one, I am currently taking a poetry class- as demonstrated by this poem- so I've been working on poems for that and didn't want to share anything until I had gotten feedback on it. The other thing that has been keeping me from my shorter writings is the fact that November is National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo). NaNoWriMo is a writing challenge that many authors do in which they challenge themselves to write 50,000 words in the month of November. I decided to add NaNoWriMo to my already pretty full college workload, so I haven't had much margin for writing short fiction to post here. Because of this and because of Thanksgiving, my next post will be in December, but posts should become more regular after that.