Stance Poem by Kate Clanchy

Stance

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Now I sit my child on the jut
of my hip, and take
his weight with the curve
of my waist, like a tree
split at the fork,
like lovers leaning out of a waltz.

Nothing is lost. I was never
one of those girls
stood slim as a sapling.
I was often alone at the dance.

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Dutendra Chamling 17 August 2016

Beautiful poem, indeed...! Thanks for sharing.

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