Love Personified
I have been thinking.
As light rain drizzles the cityscape and the horizon is blanketed by grey darkness, I thought of home and of holding my baby, tightly, in my arms.
At once, I was embraced by melancholy.
Because there is a woman holding him right now, one that both of us hardly know.
And I was seized with a realization: I am the one with the college and post-college degrees yet she is the one who is holding the prize.