The World Works in Shitty Ways

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I thought I had forgotten
what it's like to have a mother,
and how it feels to be a daughter.
It's been so long since her last touch
- twelve years since she's been gone.
I can never seem to recall,
especially when I need to the most,
the sound of my mom's voice assuring me
everything will be okay.

But each time I put my hand on my daughter's back
when something wakes her in the dead of night,
and I feel her breath return to normal,
and watch her roll over back to sleep, resting assured
everything will be okay,
I begin to remember,
out of the murky blue,
the comfort and reassurance that
a mother's mere presence offers her children.

And I guess all I can do is hope
that my second baby felt
from within my womb
those same sensations of motherly love,
of comfort and reassurance,
even though his heart stopped beating
before he got the chance to hear me say
everything will be okay.

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My submission for Trifecta's weekend challenge. Had to write something involving the Rule of Three.