Cold Coffee Chronicles

Poetry, fiction, children’s stories, and more

My Daughters

Emotions sweep through me like a hot blast of wind. Sometimes I don’t feel worthy of my children’s touch. Their milky skin is as soft as Egyptian cotton. Their sweet smelling scalps still my mind. My children. Pieces of my body melded with my husband’s to bring forth these precious lives.

How do I become the mother you need? The mother you deserve? The mother that I longed for in my own youth is what I chose to be. I actually must be more. The mother that tells you you’re smart and sweet and kind and brave and beautiful every morning when you awaken. The kind of mother who tells you you’re enough when the rest of the world pushes you down into the gutter. The kind of mother who holds you in her arms until you squirm to get away.

My heart heaves with an overwhelming love for my children. My throat tightens and my eyes water because they’re the light of my life and I treasure them eternally. I love you; my daughters.

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About Me

An English diarist and naval administrator. I served as administrator of the Royal Navy and Member of Parliament. I had no maritime experience, but I rose to be the Chief Secretary to the Admiralty under both King Charles II and King James II through patronage, diligence, and my talent for administration.


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