Your Little Body

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The sun always comes up a little too early

Your little cries bring me to life like an uprising

Being a mother is the hardest and best thing

I hope your childhood is something that you wish you could go back to longingly

Because I cherish every moment that your whole world revolves around me

And I ache thinking about the day that you no longer are in a small little bed

Two feet away from me

And I instead cry out in the night missing your little body calling out to me

M.A.P

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