A Message Sent in DNA
Soap and Baby Lotion are her fragrances. She clutches the blanket, whose color is of tenderness, and whose lace took days to make. Long chocolate ringlets cascade over my shoulder. Her forehead hides in the bend of my neck, and my hair covers hers, as I whisper to her...What God has Joined
In the beginning she was my mother-in-law, a feisty women who did not take “no” for an answer. She and her husband raised seven boys. I watch her flow in and out of sleep. I did not just lose a husband in the divorce, I lost a family. When the two become...
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