Friday, May 14, 2010

the one about mothers day

There is this picture of my mother holding me. I must be just about Kate's age. I didn't have any hair either. She's looking at me and I'm looking off at ... something. There's so much light we are squinting our eyes.

I find myself at times in that same pose, holding Kate. Focused on her as she takes in what's around her. I see so much of myself in her. In David. Their actions, mannerisms, fears.

And I think of how much I have taken from my mother. And wonder how much she took from hers.

unfinished ....

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