I want to remember to show you the scars on her belly.
Racking my brain, making lists.
What has happened since we have last actually
looked in to one another’s eyes,
What doesn’t transmit electronically.
I had a different small baby then.
Eating halloween candy, laughing, you giving them baths
and cleaning my kitchen.
Sorry, I’m still a mess. The particular cleaning gene
woven out of my dna.
Just so you know,
I may have dug myself a sewing hole.
That dress you love is beautiful. I want to create it for you
making up for all the things we miss. Wowing you with my skills
I am not sure that are there.
It’s only two days, less than 48 hours.
Already filled, with me waving goodbye
crying in to the top of my baby’s head.
To round out topics over at
Sense of Story
we choose a book to read.
Today we have our post up,
The Blue Jay’s Dance by Louise Erdrich.