The Silent Morning

Dear Delyara, They don't tell you about the loneliness of being a mother. You are never alone, yet you are always lonely. I love them with everything I have, but I have lost the woman I was before they arrived. Tonight, while they sleep, I am writing to "Me." The one who used to read books and travel and have thoughts that weren't about snacks or laundry. I’m finding her again in the silence.