Mother to a Fawn for a Moment

Today, for the first time,
I saw the young one
without his mother
and he saw me
without my son.

He chewed the grass
nearly free of snow
a teaspoon worth
a thimbleful.

His butterfly pillow eyes
kept returning to mine
in the same way
my son’s often do.

And I thought,
how marvelous it is
to be a mother,
to be a lighthouse
to any child creature.

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Caitlin Gemmell is a poet who dreams of becoming a fairy godmother. She lives in a woodland in upstate New York where she communes with wildlife and tends her Emily Bronte roses. Caitlin's poetry has been published by Querencia Press, Capsule Stories, Rue Scribe and is forthcoming in Bella Grace magazine. She writes Musings of a Selkie Witch on Substack and is on Instagram @caitlin.gemmell and @icapturethestory.

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