meadowlark in formless

  • Sept. 13, 2024, 3:03 p.m.
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She cradled him gently in her hands.
tiny inhalations, pink and soft
She thought of a baby bird, fragile and unexpectedly warm
he was heavier than expected, her arms could clearly feel his weight

maybe it was the weight of a beginning lifetime together

a small hand with tiny yet nimble fingers grasped hers

and then he opened his eyes
and it was a surprise because it felt like looking into her own

the small baby grew, and cried and laughed and ran, but his eyes never changed
they were still her eyes staring back


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