Poetry & Art

leave

they called it leave

but it was staying

with her

earning my living

by keeping her alive

never knowing when

my break would be

cold coffee

stale bread

no desk but a bed

to lie down

watch her instead

listen to her breathing

catch my breath

before doing it all

over and over

and over again

even less money

for infinite work

if only I’d known

a smile

her laugh

little human happiness

my annual bonus

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by Holly Ruskin

Holly is a mama and lover of women's words. A freelance writer and Film lecturer, her work includes editing books and screenplays, writing essays and poetry. Her words can be found in various publications; a collection of her poems on motherhood have been featured in the Amazon bestseller Not The Only One. She writes for Motherscope and Sunday Mornings at the River. Connect with her on Instagram @hollyruskin_

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