Family
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Before you, There were storms That carved their names Across my heart. The kind that leave Empty cribs, Silent lullabies, And questions No mother should ever have to ask. Then you arrived. Not to replace what was lost— No child ever could— But to remind me That hope still grows Even in broken ground. You…
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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…
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Before they knew the shape of words,Before they learned my name,Two tiny hearts beat side by side,Yet never beat the same. One reached first with curious eyes,The other smiled with ease.Two little souls, one miracle,Arriving on the breeze. They share the moon, they share the stars,The laughter in our home.But each one carries something rare,A…
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It began with a whisper—a quiet pop,a timid trickle,so gentle I mistook the beginningfor an ordinary moment. Just after threeon a warm July afternoon,I stood to stretch my legs,never knowingmy world had already shifted. I called your father homewith uncertainty tangled in my voice.“Something’s changing,” I said,though neither of uscould yet imaginehow much. Between phone…
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October seventeenth,a date forever carvedinto the deepest corners of my heart. A morning that began with hope,with anticipation,with the promise of meeting my daughter. The world was asleepwhen I woke to the rhythm of contractions,each wave reminding me: She is coming. I welcomed the pain,believing every moment would disappearthe second I held her. And then,at…
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There are tiny hands that reach for me like I am the safest place in the world. And sometimes they don’t know how heavy my heart has been. They don’t know the battles I fought quietly. The nights I cried without making a sound. The pieces of myself I had to find again. They only…
Between Bruises and Blooms 