Poetry by Rachel Beachy
We begin by carrying the car seat,
the diaper bag, the pump parts
and pacifiers.
Then they grow and bring us
collected rocks, Lego blocks,
remains of snacks,
dirty tissues.
All of this
we take in
so they will know:
whatever you hand to me,
I can handle
no matter how heavy it gets.
Remember, I once carried
my whole world
in the crook of my elbow.
There is nothing I cannot hold
for you.
Rachel Beachy lives in Kentucky with her husband and children. Her poems have appeared in Ephemera, Freshwater, The Orchards Poetry Journal, The Rising Phoenix Review, Sky Island Journal, Steam Ticket and others. Her debut collection “Tiny Universe” will be published by Kelsay Books.
