Rhymes With Orange

The humble orange holds no fear for me

Merely for lack of a rhyme.

I hold its juicy roundness joyfully

Plump and expectant in the hollow of my hand

Remembering

how I ate one faithfully each day

when I was expecting my own

I would dig in fearlessly - such a short lunch break

yet there was always time.

Others gave up smoking, drinking, or did baby yoga.

Having not much to give up, I ate an orange.

Every day, not for me

so much as for the small one Growing

expecting me already to do my best for her

Even if I didn’t always know what was best for me.

So bravely

I tell you about the orange

Even though I am a poet

In my own little free verse world

Knowing that it doesn’t rhyme and it’s okay.

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©2011 Donna Jo Wallace.