When I saw their tiny perfectly formed bodies

I forgot about the pain

the nausea

the constant back aches

the swelling.

When I saw their tiny fists

their chubby legs

their sweet clean bodies nestled in my arms

I forgot about the waiting

the diets

the medications

the exercises

the decisions about their names.

When I saw their sweet faces

ready smiles

arms swinging

and felt them suckle at my breast

I forgot about the sleepless nights

the labor

the pain

the postpartum blues

When I buried them,

I remembered.

~ (C) ~
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