The Baby Era

Some forgotten years

Mom and I have had our bitternesses lobbed back and forth my entire adulthood. Now in her last years, we try to be gentle with one another, but some wrinkles have been so hard to smooth that they’ve burnt in place from too harsh an iron. Scabs that never scar over. 

Worse, I suppose, would be to no longer have a child to be curious about. This is the sit…