Mothers Nursery

By Kristene Brown


An eyelash

Blink of time

Christening crib


Lift and drift

Into the crook

Of your

Rosebud neck

Sweet smell

Milk of thistle

And silk

Soft scrub-nurse



Make moon

Crescent in

Your palm

Calm wobble

Of rock and sway

That warm


Head to heart

Song-sing of

Lullaby lyrics

In dreams

I hold this

Nursery room

As life

Burst and blooms

Against the

Bluest of skies


Kristene Brown is a writing student at the University of Missouri Kansas City. She has been previously published in The Unrorean and She is also a psychiatric social worker for the state of Kansas.

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