who made up that term?
so apropos
it really feels that way sometimes
like little shards
like the small pink and white china bunny
that cracked into lots of pieces
but when my children touch me
i can feel their fingers picking up every single tiny dangerous piece
and putting them back together
so they almost fit
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Our children are our greatest gifts. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteSo true. They are our hearts living and breathing outside our bodies.
ReplyDeleteYou wrote exactly what I feel. If anything in the world has ever helped heal me, it is my son.
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