She
Jul 27, 2017 · 1 min read
She laughs herself awake
and talks to me in her sleep
when she rubs her heels against my knees
soothing herself
I remember
how that felt against my lungs and
palms
as I rubbed my belly
phantom kicks, from the inside, now
as she plays and makes
her own world on
the outside of me
Still
she turns to me in her sleep
places her hands on my face
her little hands
that were wide and free from
the moment she was born
i remember
i will always remember
