It has been 9 months today since my son has come and gone.
9 months is what I held my son for.
9 months i kept him safe inside me
9 months i protected him from this world
9 months he grew into a real person
9 months my dreams grew with him
9 months my hopes inched towards reality
9 months i felt him tickle, twitch and trampoline inside of me.
9 months i showered him with maternal love
The Ninth Month – it never quite got there.
It has been 9 months today since my son has come and gone.
9 months of pain
9 months of sorrow
9 months of hurt inside
9 months of tears and cries
9 months of hellos never said and goodbyes never forgotten
9 months of longing for something that cannot be and holding onto something that was not meant to be
9 months of picking up the pieces of a shattered dream
9 months of tightly grasping onto unwound threads of hope
The Ninth Month – we are almost there, a full circle.
Its been 9 months today.
9 months is what I held my son for – in my heart and soul.
9 months i kept him safe inside me – his memories have been safely tucked away.
9 months i protected him from this world – instead I know he is untarnished, pure and whole in the next.
9 months he grew into a real person – not just a memory, but his name on our lips each day
9 months my dreams grew with him – dreams of me being a better person, with a better future and better tomorow
9 months my hopes inched towards reality – hopes and faith in Allah’s (God’s) plan, a plan only He knows – but we believe in.
9 months i felt him tickle, twitch and trampoline inside of me – i feel as such each time i think of him or hear his beloved name.
9 months i showered him with maternal love – in every waking breath and every sleeping dream, that type of love will never be erased
The Ninth Month – a parallel indeed – i discovered my son, and now i discover myself.
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