You Are My Mother

You are my Mother. As the world comes fast, loud, and bright, I cry out. The cold air fills my warm lungs and I am afraid. Your lips graze my still-soft head and I know, in this moment, that everything will be okay. Your voice is familiar and, for the first time, I’m meeting the…

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The Box of Baby Clothes

Today I finally took the box of your baby clothes down from the high shelf in the guest room closet. I’ve held on to it for as long as I could. But it’s time to let go. I open the lid, and inside, I find all of my favorite outfits of yours: what’s left of…

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