Infant w/ childless social worker on way to adoptive parents, in a moment of bonding.
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Project Write World Entry: Picture Prompt (Woman and baby) I Stand Here Holding I stand here holding you as if you were my own. Your hair like mine, is dark and shiny. No one needs to know how your tiny hands, your sweet smell, tug my heart and soul. I would take you home, you know, and love you with every beat of this heart that thumps, but gently, so as not to wake you. My breath goes out and in while yours goes in and out; our bodies in conversation. You cannot speak but I know you are wondering things I cannot answer. Where is she? Is she coming back? But its not for us to know, only know that I am here. And you are here, now, for me to hold. The two of us bound in a world of need You, for a mother. Me, for a child. And yet we have each other, for this stolen moment before you are taken to your new home and I return to mine, with empty arms. Hoping. But I cannot be saddened by the loss of what I never had and you, my child, cannot mourn what you never knew. Promise me, when you meet your new mother, let your heart beat with hers, breathing together in your private conversation and do not fret. She will love you as I have, and perhaps, you will be hers forever. 40 Lines SWPoet |