Sunday, April 21, 2013

Those Days

There's a tiny little baby that some friends are foster-caring,
and I got to hold him (I'm glad that they were sharing).
He was so very tiny. I'm sure his parents will wish
that they could have held him so soon. They might not know he exists.
And they will always wonder how holding their newborn would feel.
But I forget how it felt with my baby. Those days are fleeting, surreal.

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