Monday Reflections
Lately I’ve felt as though the weather is a big, warm, wet washcloth
Like the kind my Mom used to wipe my butt with
Back when I wore cloth diapers.
Comforting.
I only make banana bread when I have old bananas.
That was the only time my Mom made it.
I feel like my mother.
Practical.
I’ve never been my mother so I don’t know how she feels.
But I feel like I imagine I would feel
If my mother was me.
Unexpected.
Does being pregnant make one become one’s mother?
Is that what’s ahead of me?
I’m getting old.
Life.
