The sound of your leaving
On Motherhood: Lingering in the space between joy and heartache
I walk down the steps to put a letter to my cousin in the mailbox. I notice the blooms on the sedums are turning from sage green to mauve and I am reminded that summer has ended. I mourn every leaf that falls from the dogwood tree, every wilting dahlia, the dwindling days that stretched golden for centuries. After I say goodnight to you and kiss your fa…