Seven

Sweet boy, today has been one I did not want to wake up to. A world in which you’ve now been absent from my arms, just as long as you were cradled in them.

Tomorrow, the length of time without you will have surpassed that with you. I’ve repeated these unfair truths in my mind and through my words, many times this week. Perhaps to help me try and accept it, or perhaps because I can’t.

I will never stop longing for you, my words telling your story will never quiet. I am your mama, even still.

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