Cradled

I am joining with Gypsymama for a five minute un-edited free-write.

Waking up...




As a baby in my pink frilly crib,
 as a child in twin bedroom shared with my older sister, 
as a teen in my own room, 
as a college student sharing a tiny dorm room with a complete stranger, 
as a summer camp director in a sleeping bag on the floor of various southern California churches, cockroaches and all, 
as a Spanish major traveling through Spain waking up on train cars, in hostels, in the high-floored piso of my host family, 
as a married woman in a full sized bed, 
as a mom in a king sized bed, often filled with four, even five beloved bodies. 
  
All these cradles have rocked me and I wonder where the future wakings will find me.