Her body accepted my brutal seed and took it to swell within, just as the patient earth accepts a falling fruit into its tender soil to cradle and nourish it to grow. Came a time, just springtime last, our infant child pushed through the fragile barrier of her womb. Her legs branched out, just as the wood branches out from these eternal trees around us; but she was not hardy as they. My wife groaned with blood and ceased to breathe. Aye!, a scornful eve that bred the kind of pain only a god can withstand.
Roman PayneTags: life pain god death sorrow child fruit death-and-dying growth earth babies dying pregnancy blood womb nourishment eternal baby cradle god-s-love pregnant soil pregnant-women painful pregnant-woman nourish infant stillbirth sorrowful chidbirth death-inspirational
You could slap his wrist for saying it, but then he said it with his face, and you could spank him for making faces, but then he said it with his eyes, and there were limits to correction—no way, in the end, to penetrate behind the blue irises and eradicate a boy’s disgust.
Jonathan FranzenTags: punishment parenting chidbirth
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