Butterfly Kisses

Small, subtle, barely there, and ever so slight. 
Were the precious little flutters I felt first tonight.
Faint waves of hello, I am here, feel my touch.
I knew then, my child, I adored you so much.
Ten fingers, ten toes, would you have daddy's eyes?
Would you sleep through the night? Or wake Mama with your cries?
Such questions left unanswered, our time tainted from the start.
But remember, precious one, you'll always be in my heart.

◄ Infatuation

Melancholy. ►


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Kayleigh Denton

Wed 3rd Jan 2018 12:52

Thank you, genuinely.

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Hannah Collins

Wed 3rd Jan 2018 12:02

Sad one, beautifully expressed.


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