Friday, May 23, 2003

 
to my husband, who will probably never read this: I look at you in the shower and sometimes when you lie next to me in bed in the morning. I look at the lean shape of your body, your cheekbones and nose, and I wonder: will my son look like that?

driving down the Nepean Hwy this afternoon, I found myself talking aloud to my grandmother. She died not long after I met my husband. She always told me not to let men hurt me; when I'd break up with one she was always concerned for me, but philosophical: plenty more. find the right one. I think she was quite beautiful in her day.


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