Baby at 44

Middle-aged eyes intertwine against a playground heart, squinting through fuzzy blossom moonlight. Desperately engaged, mesmerized by the beauty of surprise baby’s crescent cheeks, pouting lips. Mama-made four times, bitter towards the cruelty of time, clinging to this rocking chair moment: impossible wishfulness that babies could forever keep.

Jade Visone writes with soul-filled honesty about the struggles and magic of mothering, love, life, dandelions, and stars. Instagram @mrsvisoney