Not Enough Children

Where does my time go?

March 4, 2010

I held you, mottled pink and silicon-fat arms. I gazed at you, with amazement and fright. I fed you, in the dark hours when the world had stopped except for us. I rocked you, when nothing else helped. I changed you, picked up after you, I helped you to walk. I weaned you, I tickled [...]

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