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It's me


 

It's me, your mum,

my precious one.

At last I've finally found you.

I searched and hoped

but always knew,

I'd get to put my arms around you.

 

Our energies melded back into one,

Our eyes mirrored each others grief.

I felt my younger self return,

You snuggled, babylike, on my lap.

 

I can't go back to denial.

My every cell remembers you.

My arms still ache

for my baby unseen.

I could never have forgotten you.


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