Typing a translation while Nici is giving me a
manicure, applying black polish to my nails,
laughing as she spills on my fingers, it looks
like I fell into an ink-pot, I give up one-hand
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Margaret, many mothers have asked themselves the same question. Did our mothers too? Thanks for this wonderful poem.
your spirit is infectious you seem an open, dynamic, and generous person thank you
You ask the question, where did my little kids go? but the bigger question is: How has everything become so violent? and in your safe home surrounded by your beautiful kids, there is still violence or inference to it in everything you see.... so sad when our children grow up and so sad when it is in such circumstances.