Full Moon Heart Break
Before my baby came, the plan was one day own land filled with dogwood trees igniting the forest with color, petals falling pink as babies' toes as white as the diapers I would wash by hand because a full moon and comets portend new life, new blood. I entered the hospital a girl and exited a mother holding my first born son what fun, a veritable miracle that changed our lives. So let’s not celebrate sickness and dying in this Pandemic. Babies' innocence still coos even though there is a heart break inferno on the news each night. Hearts break without love, life lived apart from family bliss. Babies eyes give joy to Mom. Fire flies silently glow at home Alone, orderly too.
Ann Privateer is a poet, artist, and photographer. She was born in Cleveland, Ohio and moved to Los Angeles, California to attend college. She now resides in Northern California. During this pandemic she meets with other poets on Zoom, paints out of doors with other artists, and her cellphone keeps her camera ready. Some of her work has appeared in Third Wednesday and Entering to name a few.