But I’m realizing I carry much more
with everything else. I carry these anguished
thoughts in my head. I carry the weight of
the world upon these tiny shoulders. I carry
the pain in my heart always. I carry all this extra

weight around my belly.  I carried my boys
in my ****** for nine months a piece. And a long
time ago I carried them both in my arms. But now
that they’re grown my arms hang low by side
with nothing to hold.