The water as hot as my body can tolerate.
Drops whisk away all.
My children, my husband, my sickness, aches, and pains.
Bubbles hide all the imperfections.
And I think about you, what you will look like,
How your voice will sound, if you will have daddy's freckles,
Boy or girl, I think about the pearls of toes on a newborn.
My newborn, our newborn.
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