Of all the names I have,
mother is the one I seldom hear.
I am sending this out to all the mothers who miss their children.
My children are grown now, and a call or an email or text are few and far between. I realize some can't or don't wish to be mothers, but I always did...
I cried like a baby in the doctor's office when I thought I couldn't get pregnant. One year later, I held my perfect baby in my arms, and a year after that, another perfect baby was born.
Mothers, fathers, and children are dying trying to reach another country who might shelter them.
Cathy Jeffers
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#refugee art #mother and child #quilt #unsafe #seeking shelter
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