I badly need

I realize how badly I need a piece of my mother.  A scrap, a sound, a smell–something.

I hunger for the person who birthed me, whose body, I realized after becoming a mother myself, was overrun with nerve endings that ran straight to her heart, until it was numb with overuse, or until, perhaps, she felt nothing.

Birds of a Lesser Paradise by Megan Mayhew Bergman

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