My mother was a wide-hipped woman. So is my wife. They have cuddled me in the clouds of their bodies. All of my life exists in their bigness, broadness, grandness. All of my imagination cribs in the jiggle of their arms embrace, the wide outlines of their curves, the soft pillow of their stomach. I am grand because their bigness, beauty and kindness is wider than the world and vaster than the sky and the very shape of everything in my life.
Wide-hipped Mothers and Wives
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What a wonderful tribute. LovelyLoading…