I do not remember being born
or how I knew my mother's face.
Only that we woke to the sound
of pots banging against the stove
knowing she would be downstairs.
“Childhood”, a poem by Kate Baer
Carmen & DARLINGS
Newborn SESSION
I do not remember being born
or how I knew my mother's face.
Only that we woke to the sound
of pots banging against the stove
knowing she would be downstairs.
Carmen & DARLINGS