Mommy told me
that I never crawled,

that one day I just got up

and started walking,

that I spit up the formula

doctors gave

and would only take breast milk.

She told me that the sun would find me

even in the shady places

where she pushed my carriage through the Garden

and that as a child

when I would put my hands of her face

she experienced a deep and lasting contentment,

something like peace.

-ZG