Things I Hope To Learn

I open my eyes to dark
why I’m awake and then
I remember who I am.
I swing my legs over
the edge
of the bed and walk

the crib where my daughter
lies, eyes open, cheeks red
chest inflating as she
prepares to scream
again. I

am going crazy here
I know
things will get better when
she gets older but sometimes
I wonder if she’ll
make it. Every night
I pray my daughter will make
it through living with me.

Holly Day is a housewife and mother of two living in Minneapolis, Minnesota. Her poetry has recently appeared in Hawai’i Pacific Review, the Oxford American, and Slipstream. Her book publications include Music Composition for Dummies, Guitar-All-in-One for Dummies, and Music Theory for Dummies, which has recently been translated into French, Dutch, Spanish, Russian, and Portuguese.

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