A prose poem exploring the complexity of motherhood.
(Tethered)
On the day you were born, I clasped your rounded cheek with my swollen hands and let my thumb slowly graze the pucker of your lips. I whispered about your magnificence and promised to watch you unlock every door lining the avenue of your life. Our matching hospital bracelets, your hungry mews, my delight in your unfoldingKeep reading with a 7-day free trial
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