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The Weight of Three Pounds

April 14, 2018

The weight of three pounds

I know it exactly.

Remembered by my body,

Engrained in the crook of my left arm

Where I held him for four hours

Before saying goodbye.

 

I carefully cradled his fragile body,

Even though I knew I couldn’t hurt him anymore.

Supporting his head like any mother would

With any newborn, breathing or not.

 

My body remembers the weight of his three pounds precisely.

I can conjure up the feeling at any moment.

It is all I have left of him physically

Always there, always resting.

Three tiny pounds (and one ounce) peacefully placed in my empty left arm

Carried with me every day, everywhere.

Photo by: Allef Vinicius/Unsplash

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