in this very minute

in this very minute
the weight of her death
is not breaking my bones or my brain.

his little body rises and falls
on my chest and my heart beats
in sync with his breath.

and in this very minute
his loveliness envelopes me
and makes me weightless.
he is all there is
and his world is my only world.

and in this very minute
i am here with him and only him
(without my past and without my memories).
and i am coated
in the purity of a mother’s love.

in this very minute.

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