In a crowded school hallway,
I count my children zooming beside me:
One... two... three... four... five...
And stop.
My oldest laughs. "You forgot the sixth one!
You forgot Thomas!" And, as if to remind me,
She curls an arm around me and pats my
Growing belly with her hand.
"I did not forget him!" I say.
"I can feel him moving deep inside
And it feels like he is tickling me
From within. But I am not afraid of
Losing him."
And then I hesitate.
But my oldest child laughs,
Chiding me off my forgetfulness
For how can a mother forget her child?
And I laugh with her as well, and wonder
How to tell her how much I love them all
And how I can never forget them.
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