it was one of life‘s miracles,
the way my body was home to us both as we grew,
this body becoming larger as it rearranged itself to make room for you,
my self transforming into someone I’d never been,
someone I wasn’t even sure I knew how to be
but that grew, too,
exponentially larger than my belly,
stretching to fill all the open spaces of possibility;
it fed us both
and you,
from a tiny spark into a beating heart,
one that beat because mine had beaten,
one that gave mine new life
I still fed you when you finally made it into my arms,
your soft palms stroking the bareness of my chest,
fingers grasping at my own,
a lifeline only we could share,
a bond I didn’t know I needed until just that moment,
and I never wanted to let you go
now, all these years later,
you’ll be leaving soon,
out into the world to find your place,
stretching to fill all the open spaces of possibility,
another of life’s miracles
Letting go is the hardest part❤️
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It is! 💜
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Come and Enjoy This!!
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Thank you!
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Complete and perfect. Mothers cannot be elevated enough for what they can do. So intimate, bonding. Like nothing else.
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Thank you, Mark!
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Such sweetness!
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Thank you, VJ! 💜
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Welcome!
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Unbelievably beautiful, Sister! Absolutely beautiful ❤️❤️❤️
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Thank you, Rita. 💜
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This is such a beautiful poem! I was moved by it.
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Thank you so much, Liz. 💜
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You’re most welcome, Angela.
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