...On the night of 19th when my breasts became hard and sore to touch, the nurses brought me hot water bottles rather than my baby. I should have known. ...Birdman was apparently away to Very Big City with our baby. Every SMS update sent to me about her after 16th Jan was fake. I was a donkey eating at his trough. I should have known. ...Visitors who came to see me in the hospital did not look me straight in the eye. I should have known. ...My mother sounded reluctant every time I asked her on a timeline on when my stitches would be cut and I could travel to Very Big City. I should have known. ...I grieved at how many pricks and tubes were affixed to my little baby while she lay cold and unfeeling at the bottom of an earth pit fatigued from all the effort she put into staying alive. I should have known. ...Family dropped clues on how oxygen deprivation could affect the brain. I spelt it out for them. I told them that Lola was my daughter even if she came out r-e-t-a-r-d-e-d from the o...
Hmmm, I really like this! What a great find! It is amazing how the smallest things can have so much strength, isn't it? I can also imagine why this would appeal to you- it is very reflective of your experiences (the ones I know of, anyway).
ReplyDeleteI love this. It shows a great balance of empty and occupied space.
ReplyDeleteImprovised strength... created out of need. Very thought provoking. :)
ReplyDeletevery beautiful! very interesting and thought provoking.
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Very cool pic. Perfect choice for Strength, I think!
ReplyDeleteWhat an cool shot! I especially love the crooked wood in the background there. It reminds me that strength to one person doesn't always come in the same form to another person. :-)
ReplyDeleteI second Mrs. G's comment about improvised strength created out of need. I also like the variety in the supports.
ReplyDeleteA unique photo. :-)