6 weeks

A hidden secret

A small smile

A knowing glance

A yes deep within

Joy, love, fear intermingling within the space of a poppy seed

Soaring dreams and crushing doubts wash in and out on the shore of our minds

“Please hold on,” a whisper, a prayer, a wish.

A promise heard, a promise seen, a promise kept.

“Please hold on, little one, please hold on.”

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