You would have to have children
To understand.
It's a phrase spoken onto me
Like footprints in sand.
Lullaby for an unborn child
Hush little baby
You can now close your eyes
Your mama’s asleep
Her lips murmur “Goodbye”
Stained
Death of a Dream
How does a dream die?
Is it a beloved pet in your vet’s office?
The dream spreading and growing beyond anyone's control.
A cancer growing ever larger.
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We finished our final round of IVF in Spring 2015 & although none of them resulted in a pregnancy I very much feel a connection with the embryos we created and I carried, however briefly.
Read moreEn la espera de Celeste, Javier y Ximena
¡Cuántasvecestehabrésoñado! (English translation included)
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