My Name is Mama
Everything I want to say to you, and everything you can’t say yet.
My name is Mama, not Dada.
My name is Mama, not *raspberry noise.*
My name is Mama, not “quack.”
My name is Mama.
Mama.
My name is Mama, not Dada.
My name is Mama, not *raspberry noise.*
My name is Mama, not “quack.”
My name is Mama.
Mama.
Because the moment a child is born, a parent is born, too.