a womb, expanded and grown
to shape around a baby's bottom
small toes imprinted in ribs
hiccups throughout
5 months of constant
companionship
a loneliness shivers down
every vertebrae
a feeling of fulfillment
and realization sets in
complete and utter emptiness
a void within
a hole that can never
be filled
a broken heart
is infinitely easier to endure
phantom movements
haunt an already
grieving mother
a broken spirit
ten fingers, ten toes
soft, silken hair
mama's eyes
daddy's nose
a grip that destroyed
choking mama's heart
as you lay upon her breasts
heart beating but not breathing
lungs underdeveloped
the strength of a heroine
living, just visiting
for just under 7200 seconds
for 7200 seconds we were parents
but...
we still are
you will always be our first child
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