Eve and a younger sibling sitting at the end of a dock as the sun begins to set. The sky is light yellow with blue water between it and the kids

For The Mothers

This one is for the mothers. The mothers of ghosts who leave footprints between our rib cages. The mothers of the smallest whispers of babies that barely filled our hands, whispers that took the promise of a whole lifetime when they left. The mothers of fifty-year-old adult children who left behind children of their own and a legacy of sadness.

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