that gene that some women have
i do not have it - i often do not
miss my children at all, i force
myself to remember i need to
call or need to gather them up
in hugs. i forget all the time i
made them. i love them no issue
there. but the gene that makes
some women stop life for their
child - i do not have. i had each
because like the good american
dream: the house, the car, the two
dogs, and the husband it was
required. i often wonder if i would
have been one of those women
to have a hole in their soul because
of the lost time. i am neither here
nor there - i am neither giving nor
taking - i make sure to minimize
needed hurt, of the emotional kind
yet i often ponder if the child sees right thru
