Weighted
- S.O
- Jan 20, 2021
- 1 min read
Updated: Jul 28, 2023
Today, I carried you
up stairs.
My poor back creaked.
You held me close, your mouth agape,
and suckled on my cheek.
Each stair, it took its toll.
Up top, I lost my breath.
Our bodies swayed beneath our weight;
I glued you to my chest.
Today, I carried you and though much of me is sore,
one day, I know, I’ll clench my grief,
...that'll weigh much more.
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