Mother

Motherhood, by lauren, May 19, 2016, 5 Replies

The exhaustion pours from her in waves; I can feel them wash over me just watching her move. Her body, impossibly thin, propelled forward as though the grass is deep, dry sand. Honey. Molasses. Quicksand. Each footstep a visible effort — she walks across the school grounds as though she were tackling her 73rd mile, … Continue reading “Mother”