Pregnancy
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Two heartbeats begin beneath one mother’s own, arriving through an unexpected birth and filling the quiet with twice the love.
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A mother carries wounds her children cannot see while still becoming the safest place their tiny hands know.
A poetry library for the things that bruise us, the things that bloom anyway, and everything we become in between.
Two heartbeats begin beneath one mother’s own, arriving through an unexpected birth and filling the quiet with twice the love.
A mother carries wounds her children cannot see while still becoming the safest place their tiny hands know.