I had forgotten...
about the late nights,
rooster-early mornings,
and spit up fountains.
I had forgotten...
about the late night cuddles,
sweet baby breath,
and soft silken skin.
I had forgotten...
about the messes of poo,
the wide-mouth cries,
and my body misshapen.
I had forgotten...
about the magical gazes,
the warm hand holding,
and feeling of heaven.
I had forgotten...
what it was like to fall in love all over again.
**Special thanks to Baby N, for reminding me of what I had forgotten**
about the late nights,
rooster-early mornings,
and spit up fountains.
I had forgotten...
about the late night cuddles,
sweet baby breath,
and soft silken skin.
I had forgotten...
about the messes of poo,
the wide-mouth cries,
and my body misshapen.
I had forgotten...
about the magical gazes,
the warm hand holding,
and feeling of heaven.
I had forgotten...
what it was like to fall in love all over again.
**Special thanks to Baby N, for reminding me of what I had forgotten**
1 comment:
me. crying. alone. it's late. beautiful. :)
isn't it amazing how quickly we forget and think we know. and then we experience it all over again.
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