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When My Children Are Grown
by Mary Laufer

When my children are grown
I'm driving down to Blockbuster
and renting every movie
I missed over the years
because of a crying baby,
a child throwing up,
a bedtime story to finish,
or homework needing help.

I'm going to carry home
a pile of videos,
close the blinds and
take the phone off the hook.
I will make buttery popcorn,
sit back in the recliner
and watch at least a thousand movies
that everyone talked about
while I stood there, dumb.

When my children are grown.

First published: Cradle Songs: An Anthology of Poetry on Motherhood (Quill and Parchment Press)
Winner of the 2013 International Book Award 2013


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