Cauldron Anthology Issue 14 - Mother | Page 22

sensitive to every element . I couldn ’ t wait to scurry home , to safety
Before long spring arrived and we were confident in our role as parents . My body had healed and I strode proudly around with you , my son , noticing all the signs of new life ever more keenly - the baby lambs suckling from their mothers and daffodils pushing towards the sun ; optimistic and resilient