I read a book
It talked about the option of not having children
That a woman could choose not to have children.
For two years, I did not.
Then, I found that I was pregnant
And suddenly, I felt a part of the world.
I was a part of the stream of life
With the birth of my granddaughter, I realized that I was still a part of it.
I was not stagnant, like a rock in the middle of the stream—not moving, and life moving around it.
I am not like a stone that has been thrown to the side of the riverbank—alone and forgotten.
I am the water, still flowing endlessly down stream to the greater river, out to sea—around and back—flowing, moving, living.
— Dianne O'Donnell