Before She Came to Be

August 11, 2017
Once upon a time,
she was yet to be,
From my position now
this fact is difficult remembering,
Since she came
Every breath I take
Is for her,
The reason I wake
Is her,
My every motion,
Her,
I am motivated by this being
formed inside and of me,
I tend to her now with
Unconditional, incomparable
love and direction,
And live each day
Because of and for her

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Planned Sleep

August 2016

Tired mama

Tip of my tongue has been gnawed to a  pulp

And my fingers tangle in my hair

Shower ?

Sleep?

Sleep sounds great

Pick

Scratch

Bite lip

No

Wait

Right.

Write?

Wright!

White

Walter?

Walters.

War.

Worry.

Buddy

Brother

babies

Gabe-y

Looks

My baby

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