At first puzzlement, then joy.
My baby in the making—surely my last—
would, like a ferry heading for a wharf,
know what to do along the way.
The multiplying cells, the chemistry
of contentment spreading through my blood:
At first puzzlement, then joy.
My baby in the making—surely my last—
would, like a ferry heading for a wharf,
know what to do along the way.
The multiplying cells, the chemistry
of contentment spreading through my blood:
Rachel Cusk photo courtesy the author.
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