My Heart Burns for the Love of that Girl

When I was around 10 or so, my dad (and my sisters and I) acted in Frisco's community theater. I remember my dad practicing a song for a play with the line "...My Heart Burns for the Love of that Girl" over and over again as he drove us to soccer practice. Not sure why that line alone had such an impact on me, but it, along with postpartum heartburn, inspired this poem:

My Heart Burns for the Love of that Girl

Sweet-tarts of calcium,

You crunch in my teeth and,

Travel down my throat to,

Soothe the angry beast who,

Sleeps inside of me where,

My child grew from,

The size of a pea to,

A six-pound four-ounce

Heartburn-evoking

Baby who,

Turned me into

A mother who,

Has had heartburn

Every day for the

Last seven years and,

Now eats calcium sweet-tarts

Like every day is Halloween.


Sidenote:
"PostparTUM," "TUMS." Not a coincidence.