A mark for every breath you took, every blink, every sleepy yawn.
One for every time you sucked your thumb, waved
hello, closed your eyes,
and slept in the most perfect darkness.
One for every time you had the hiccups.
One for every dream you dreamed within
me.
It isn't very pretty anymore.
Some may even think it's ugly.
That's OK.
It was your home.
It held you until my arms could,
and for that, I will always find something
beautiful in it.
~ Cassie Fox
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