Riding into town, I look at the rearview mirror, see my daughter in the back, bouncing with the bumps on … More
Tag: mother
Mom at the Apple Tree
Pooka sits on my chest as if she were a mother hen. I think she thinks, My girl is warm. … More
The Waves
Her phone rings rings rings – riiiing. Hello Hi, you little thing She drops the phone. Cries out. Little thing, … More
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