Unloved

Glistening tears, quivering chin.

Caught throat.

Imense sadness, intense pain.

Stomach feels sick, betrayed.

Love me like I love you.

My head is sick, my heart is blind.

I will heal myself, but you

you had your chance.

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11 Months

Happy 11 months my little Bubba, please stop growing so fast! You learnt how to wave, are getting pretty steady on your feet, and got your first tooth this past month. You learnt that it is pretty fun to pull all of the DVD’s off of the bookshelf, and found the joy in ripping up paper. You are really coming into your own little quirky personality and it is amazing to watch you develop and grow. But seriously, slow it down just a tiny bit? Love Mama x