Cold

By Michelle Webster-Hein

February 7, 2014

Cold

My little love is still sick--her nose a broken egg, her coughs like tiny barks. She has been sick for a couple of days, but today was the first day she grabbed on to my shirt and wouldn’t let go. I am thirty-one years old. I have done a few things of which I am proud. But I don’t believe I have ever felt so singularly necessary as I did today, her dimpled knuckles tugging my sleeves. I was a little frightened, and honored. And overwhelmed.

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Like the broken egg metaphor--very vivid!
Laura Brubacher at 10:10am EST - February 7, 2014
"...coughs like tiny barks." As I read those words, I could hear the coughs even though I am in my granny years. Mothering memories are deeply embedded.
Tara at 12:33pm EST - February 7, 2014


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