Loving Two
I walk along holding your two-year old hand,
basking in the glow of our magical relationship.
Suddenly I feel a kick from within,
as if to remind me that our time alone is limited.
And I wonder: how could I ever love another child as I love you?
Then she is born,
and I watch you,
I watch the pain you feel at having to share me
as you’ve never
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