She would never have a life of
Children, lawnmowers, storm windows with built-in screens.
No fertilized lawns.
No, infertility was not the problem.
It was the rock garden in her head.
Wistful, she envisioned the lost innocence of
Her youth. Her willingness and eagerness to
Trust others. The traumatic disappointments artfully
Quiet smiles and politely folded hands.
About so much, she was obviously wrong. Especially when
She was certain she was absolutely