The whir of the coffee grinding downstairs
The morning begins with a stirring baby
A resting mother
A feeling of heaviness
But hopefulness also
Balloons, pancakes, cards and messages from friends,
From her dad
You’re a great mother
They all say
But how do you know? She wonders
How do I believe it?
Tears fall outside on the back porch alone
Birds chirp
And clouds move overhead
The coffee is hot
And inside, her children are laughing
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