I don’t have paper in my hands or my pockets but these people… they let me have whatever I want because I have imaginary numbers. I put… Read more “The Numbers”
To my babies: If you’re crying and you want to be held, I will always hold you. I don’t need to “toughen you up”. The world will… Read more “To my babies”
I considered the room again. My mind unfolded ways to stretch the space within unyielding walls… I prayed my womb was soft enough to hold him.
On the day you were born… love streamed through the blinds and touched you upon arrival. Your sweet smell will never leave me. Although you’ve grown to… Read more “Happy Birthday to my Sweet Babe!”