children
and two
miscarriages,
and enduring
an abusive husband,
and subsequent divorce,
not to mention
excommunication
from the church
because of it,
my mother never gave up.
she had a thing
for Pond's
cold cream.
each night
she'd be lying there
with two circular slices
of cucumbers covering
her eyes,
and her face covered
in a slick
layer of creamy white.
she was very optimistic.
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