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Katy McKenna Raymond
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they don't come back at nighttime like they used to. they don't even necessarily come back when they need fed, or bandaged or sung to sleep. they return randomly, on their own terms, without invitation or insistence on my part. they have no particular needs or demands upon arrival, but i (foolishly) have expectations. i hope they'll rush into my arms to be sheltered, for a moment, from whatever it is they escape. they are escaping something, aren't they? something against which i provide the only earthly reprieve? for today, though, i do nothing but wait, and those furtive activities associated with waiting: cooking, cleaning and counting the hours. tomorrow, my grown-up children fly home.
Posted by Katy McKenna on 12/15 at 04:29 PM
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My children are only 3, 8 and 10, but I already feel the pain that you describe. I love the way you turn a phrase.
Great Blog
-----Posted by Jenn on 12/31 at 12:00 PM
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