Motherhood

I left them behind in the airport

   and forgot to look back

Eight months and twenty-eight days

   this country has been growing in me

   kicking until I crumble and stand back up

   and I eat for two mouths

   as if I may never taste again

They say motherhood changes you

   return to America with aching feet

   a child grown from roots in foreign tongue

   in my arms and wonder if they

   will still know my face