Friday, November 4, 2011
i look at her and know that she too wonders how her daughter is at this time. whether she's fed as well as this one, doted on, talked to with constant attention. and perhaps she wonders too, seeing me on the screen, how can she bear to be as far away as myself from her own daughter. and we are linked by reasons that no mothers with children just beside them would understand. we are the mothers of cold cradles.