Berth [sic] Control...

Each and every generation has gaps to navigate, for change is a constant cog that turns and burns endlessly. Yet, change is often overlooked by the status quo, a safe harbour where many drop their anchors. 

 Mrs. Goodman was one of those harbour dwellers. She knew her place and to deviate from it was unheard of. Thus, year after year Mrs. Goodman popped out yet another baby to add to her brood, cooked endless meals from scratch, all the while wearing a 'floury' apron as her only adornment.

  Dr. Walker though, thought differently. He despaired at how the mothers under his care were always tired and care worn.   

"I am haunted by how much our mothers do not know", he would lament to his colleagues. "I propose birth control to be freely available for them." 

  Mrs. Goodman was the very first to weigh anchor...

Melissa, at dverse poets, has prompted us to pen a 144 word prosery. It must contain the line 'I am haunted by how much our mothers do not know.' This line is from the poem 'Love' by Tina Chang.

Here's the link: To Know or Not