5/11/18

To remember.

the dinosaur-like newborn grumblings in her dreams. the way she softens into me at night, head against familiar heartbeat. the smell of her hair - like feathers, like vanilla. delirious sleeplessness, fleeting as it is. how much she needs her mother - one day for a listening ear, an encouraging word, but right now for life itself.

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