Two years of giggles by day, cries at night,
months of no sleeping at all.
Two years of pleading with heavens and man,
waiting for footsteps to fall.
Two years of rationing rational thought,
hoping that surplus will grow;
two years of baby steps, bargains with God,
resigning myself to the slow.
Two years of leaving my heart in your hands,
and wearing your scent in my hair.
Two years of listening hard for your breath,
not breathing myself till it's there.
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