Tag Archives: Family

Realizations

Realizations

We braid now. We are finding the time. Like my mom braided for me on Friday nights when she’d race home from the city after five days apart. Like she’d do for me Sunday mornings before church, even if we were running late. I hated the braids, actually. Hated the hurt of it all. I… Read more

Last week

Last week

I couldn’t write last week because of all the dripping. From my eyes, from my breasts. As theirs did. Except I had a change of clothes and my baby to soothe me and mine. I still had my dignity. I couldn’t speak last week because of all the confusion. From my head, from my heart.… Read more

Double Yolks

Double Yolks

The baby hums as he sleeps and he smiles as he dreams, while my mind races with preparation for the day to come- there is always so much. I’m running late again as I race the highway, but the ditches are a visual reprieve. Though boggy, like my sleep-deprived brain, they are accentuated by purple… Read more

Wild One

Wild One

Even your eyes are wilder. Dark green at the edges, golden green near the inner core. Yours are larger than your sister or brother’s blues. More excitable, more curious. You and yours are more eager. Your eyes don’t speak worry. All your eyes concern themselves with is finding the source to achieve your daily chocolate… Read more

Robins

Robins

Rain falls down. Dripping on and soaking my exposed belly with you inside as I walk the path. The ditch teems with water, swirling, swooshing to the lower river. And there, it bursts and flows, as the cows gather at its edge, watching me out of the corner of their eye. I walk with you,… Read more

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