Assisted Breathing
Put on your own oxygen mask
first.
For years, I dispensed this snappy
wisdom to myself and to friends lost
in the sleepless nights, the conflicted
allegiances of parenting.
This was before people spoke of self-care.
Back then, we were in survival mode.
Back then, we needed to remind ourselves
to breathe. But it wasn’t literal.
Nobody actually had an oxygen mask.
Life has grown more fragile.
When the air became thin,
my mask went on first.
The message—stay alive so you can help
your children—still holds true.
It’s no longer a metaphor.
And I did and I am.
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Ann E. Wallace is Poet Laureate Emeritus of Jersey City, New Jersey and host of The WildStory: A Podcast of Poetry and Plants. Her second poetry collection, Days of Grace and Silence: A Chronicle of COVID’s Long Haul, was published by Kelsay Books in 2024. She has previously published work in ONE ART, Thimble, Halfway Down the Stairs, Gyroscope Review, Wordgathering, and other journals. You can follow her online at AnnWallacePhD.com and on Instagram @annwallace409.

Such a powerful poem. Spare, tight. Spectacular.