for her

July 28, 2018

giver of birth

and the reason of me

you sacrificed your hunger

so i could feed off of your breast

you gave up sleep

so i could have mine

oh how i wish i could remember your face

when you saw me for the first time

how you gazed upon my crying eyes

and whispered

"mumma loves you, darling"

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