siblings
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He didn’t askwhether they werehis responsibility. He simply decidedthey were. Tiny handscarefully passing toys. Little feetrunning to seeif his sisterswere awake. He called themhis babiesbefore he understoodwhat that truly meant. Lovecomes naturallyto some people. Theowas bornalready knowinghow to give it away.
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There are names the wind remembers,Even when the world grows still.Some children stay in photographs,Some live beyond the hill. You were only ours for moments,Yet forever you’ll remain.Not only in our memories,But in our joy and pain. Your brothers and your sistersWill know your gentle light,Because love does not stop existingSimply because you’re out of…
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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…
Between Bruises and Blooms 