No Weight in My Lap

( a poem for when you love them so much it hurts )

No weight in my lap
equals the weight
of my own babies.

It’s now that I see it.
Now, I see they are no longer small.
It’s been gorgeous. In every sense, every scent.
I have adored it all, those babies, my babies,
now boys.
I can still pick them up, yes.
But do they cradle in my arms as they did before?
Barely, and I need to admit, that is heartbreaking.
Nothing can meet it.

Oh God! I pray, give me strength.
If this is your doing, to make me love my children
the amount I do, please make it easier for me
to move on from them. Please!

Sophie

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