Oct 12, 2015
From the journal I keep in my car
The babysitter calls me at work today and
I hear his voice down the phone line, tiny, bewildered, “Mommy.” Then again,
“Mommy.”
As if that were a whole sentence (and it is, I suppose).
Nothing's wrong.
It's just that I'm here and he's there.
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