Two pink lines.
How do two pink lines hold so much weight?
Holds my future and my fate.
That is all I have to prove you were real.
Starving for motherhood like it's my last meal.
Were you real if I never held you?
Never watched you become?
All I know is there were two pink lines and an infinite love for you.
I wish I knew your face, your scent, your everything.
Yet, Death has only left me a faint memory.
A sliver of what isn't.
All I ask is when Death greets me,
We are united as the family we were meant to be.
That Death brings me my baby at last.
~SJ~