He stirs inside her, in slow turns and knots. His time is coming. It’s almost Easter.
She wills him to be here, wants to meet him, wonders what he will look like and pushes away her doubts.
This is right.
This is meant to be, this little boy amongst the girls.
Her dreams have become nightmares, fitful and sharp, […]
Posted on March 19th, 2008 by Tiff
Filed under: Loss of a baby, Love, hurting | 10 Comments »
