What does 90 minutes look like?
I know my tendency is to pull and stretch it there in my mind
in order to make up a life long enough
that someone else finds it worth celebrating and mourning
as long as i am destined to...
But this is the joy and the pain of being a mommy to a little girl who lives in another world from me
Truer, deeper than i believed it to be
This heart my sorrow draws out of me
The ache, the pain that whispers soft like you
Pulling me close to comforts breast, beating steady as you do
Translate a language i've always longed to know
Angelic utterings seep into my bones, calling them to grow
Return vision to the blind within my eyes and gift sight where there is none
Take secrets i whisper only in your keeper ear
So they cascade down into your ribs and lungs, fruitful as a song
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