growing you
doesn’t look
like two
cells that
divide
inside
my womb.
you grew
within
my new
soft heart
alive
inside
of me.
meeting you
doesn’t look
like two
colors
black/white
that light
a screen.
i meet
you in
my dreams
my mind
i trace
your face
within.
chasing you
doesn’t look
like two
small feet
that run
fast one
from me.
i chase
your heart
replace
the wounds
with love
above
the shame.
seeing you
doesn’t look
like two
brown eyes
or skin
akin
to mine.
I see
black eyes
to me
you shine
handsome
boy come
home.
love this. :)
ReplyDeleteBeautiful Lib. I love to see your momma's heart.
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