Twins
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My sweet Gabriella, You came into this worldwith eyes that seemedto take everything in. Before you could speak,you watched. Before you could run,you observed. You have always hada quiet kind of wisdom,the kind that doesn’t needto be loud to be noticed. From the very beginning,you reminded methat every child bloomsin their own season. You have…
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My sweet Isabella, The first time I heard your cry,the whole world stopped. Before I saw your face,before I counted your fingers,before I whispered your name, I heard you. And somehow,that sound stitched togetherpieces of my heartI didn’t know were still broken. You entered this worldwith more strengththan anyone could have expected. So tiny. So…
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It began with a can of MonsterI couldn’t finish. Then the Starbucks Double Shot energy drinksstayed full beside me, too. My body whisperedbefore my heart understood. So, the day before my period was due,I took a testin the middle of a workday,thinking, Maybe. Two lines. A thousand questions. I was scared.I was hopeful.I was carrying…
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I carried two heartbeats beneath my own,Two tiny souls I’d never known.They danced in silence, side by side,Growing safely deep inside. One arrived with morning’s light,The other fought with all her might.A winding path, not as we’d planned,But love still held each little hand. Now laughter fills the quiet air,Tiny smiles beyond compare.The sleepless nights,…
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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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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…
Between Bruises and Blooms 