For Molly
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Erica Jong
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You-the purest pleasure
of my life,
the split pit
that proves
the ripeness of the fruit,
the unbroken center
of my broken hopes-
O little one,
making you
has centered my lopsided life
so that if I know
a happiness
that reason never taught,
it is because of your small
unreasonably wrigglish
limbs.
Daughter, little bean,
sprout, sproutlet, smallest
girleen,
just saying your name
makes me grin.
I used to hate the word Mother,
found it obscene,
& now I love it
since that is me
to you.
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