Today my baby would have been walking; wobbling with confidence across the room.
They would be talking some words and simple phrases filled with meaning and mistakes, given their raw interpretation of the world. Like a poet, trying to make sense of life with words…
I would be laughing and cherishing them with all my heart.
Instead… I make shapes of hearts with my hands, where your short life was…
I hold my belly with the same gentle care I held you.
I cuddle my body that failed me, the same body I have learned to love again. The body I dance with, creating beautiful shapes in the air… The body that runs and skates around to try to find joy in life.
Today I’ve cried, but I know I will also laugh.
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