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2021-03-26T12:45:15-04:00March 23rd, 2021|Parenthood|

The kind of moment you forget

Nothing happened tonight
except that we walked back
to the cabin in the dark
holding hands
and we made funny noises
to scare any ghosts,
and motherhood is like this
most of the time,
nothing notable to report
except that it was perfect,
which is why I write so many poems,
to pin the ordinary moments
to the fabric of my memory
before they float
away.

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