you won't remember
how you were freezing the first night home from the hospital; you won't remember how all the times you woke up hungry and had to learn how to cry you will remember how you were comforted and how my voice, my smell, and my milk lulled you back to safety. and how the world of the sharp sounds, sweet smells, and cold sensations has become as soft and snuggly as my womb. Published in: Trouvaille Review
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hideous clutter
trails long after milestones too much stuff, not enough thoughtfulness, time a perfect gift is an art Lost Art has been published in January 2021 issue of the First Literary Review - East |