Second Mother and Friend.

His little fingers grip my fingers.

Oh so small.

His high pitched laughs that I hear from another room

Comforts me like a warm blanket in the cool months.

Cheeks full of drool and eyes full of love.

I see him in her.

I know I didn’t carry them but I feel like they’re connected to me

By some invisible thread.

He lay his hands onto mine and the comparison is so sweet.

So easily startled.

His cries ring out like thunder.

Hugging his little body makes me feel at peace.

I can truthfully say I don’t know where I would be.

His little head lay onto my chest

My name reign Auntie.

This poem is about: 
My family

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