emotional poetry
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They speak in easy sentences,as though motherhoodis measured by a single meal. A chicken nugget.A bedtime missed.A moment caughtwithout the thousandthat came before it. They don’t countthe mornings I rosebefore the sun remembered my name.They don’t countthe tiny hands reaching,the tears I soothed,the stories I readfor the hundredth time. They don’t carrythe grocery bags,the sleepless…
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There are storms I’ve survivedthat never made a sound,battles no one witnessedexcept the heart beneath my ribs. Then there was you. Not with fireworks,or promises too big to hold,but with quiet hands,steady eyes,and a kindness that made me wonderif peace could really know my name. You found me carrying piecesI was certain could never fit…
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I hope you’re laughing. I hope your knees are grass-stained, Your shoes are caked with dirt, And your faces ache From smiling too much. I hope you stay up too late, Catch fireflies in your hands, Tell stories that make no sense, And believe this summer Will last forever. I hope you’re making memories. God…
Between Bruises and Blooms 