The summer of her discontent – Sarah Bigham
Flashbulb memory of a tiny pink shawl
A cherry blossom abalone on the moist skin
Of a toddler kept too long in warm talking-at spaces
Of a girl enwrapped to be seen as pretty
Of a goddess swaddled to hide her light
The pink shawl is gone now
There are steps to march and water
To protect and trees to grow
And petitions to sign and people
To save from oceans and famine
And poverty and lead and their own
Earthly neighbors who turn a blind eye
shine on, little one, shine on
Sarah Bigham lives in the United States with her kind chemist wife, three independent cats, an unwieldy herb garden, and several chronic pain conditions. Her work has garnered a Pushcart nomination and appears in a variety of great places for readers, writers, and listeners. Find her at www.sgbigham.com.