what we carry.
Tanzania, 2013.
The things we carry.
Us mommies.
Within our hearts, in our arms, on our backs.
The universal language of mommydom has no barrier.
The thoughts flutter through.
Are we doing it right?
Do not do it that way.
Do it before the clock slips away.
The ebbs flow while the flow ebbs.
Soon the heart that beat, arms that carried, back that broke will find its rest.
But today, we mommy.
In the language that transcends.