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Poem post by Brooke

As a parent, you always hope your children turn out better than you.

Inhere

Both of my sons have cowlicks on their foreheads
in exactly the same spot as mine.
I could see it on the days they were born.

But there is a compassion I want them to inherit—
and not from me because mine is smaller, mediocre.

There is a baby picture of my father
drool stain on the bib of his striped overalls.
He is blonde, like my sons, and not yet freckled.
Is that spiral there—going out into the curved hairline that grows perfectly across the front for a neat combed-hair look?
Is it the same?

Brooke

I am a children's librarian. I have 2 kids. I have a professor for a husband. I obsess about writing and about making things.

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  1. Deborah says:

    Brooke: Thanks for this poem — I appreciate it both as a woman with an unruly cowlick and one looking to start a family soon. My husband and I like to joke about which genes will dominate in utero. We make lists of our worst traits — “I’ll let her have your ________________ as long as she doesn’t have my __________.” Neurosis roulette.

    I guess is the marvelous gamble and mystery of offspring — the cosmic mixing of genetics, spirit, and environmnent sprinkled liberally with all the greatest hopes and fears of their parents.

  2. Mike says:

    i like this poem, brooke.

  3. Anonymous says:

    That’s a great story. Waiting for more. » »

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