Motherhood
For a time, I dreamed of babies. Every morning, I found another nestled beside me. Soon, our house was full of mouths. Once, a child climbed all the way to the roof, singing. Another never made a peep. I bathed them, dressed them, fed them, changed them, laid them down in rows to nap. They threw their peach pits on the floor. When they cried, it was as if a thunderstorm had formed indoors. When they slept, the quiet was soft as velvet. When they grew up and left, the quiet turned ugly, peace just another pain to be borne.
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