Broken with joy


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Every night
my heart breaks a little
My little one
Softly asleep
Growing ever so slightly

Crib much too grand
On those precious first days
the tiny thing
I held to my heart
You felt not separate
A part of me

Week one became two
Days passed and you grew
my darling
A year and some gone by
so fast

And every night
My heart breaks a little
As it makes room
For the bigger and stronger you

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2 thoughts on “Broken with joy

  1. “every night my heart breaks a little” Yes. It has been exactly like this for me as a mother as well. And it still is, even with the older at 19. Nicely written, Parmis.

    Alice

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