Always breathing. Always learning. Always searching. Always dreaming.
A mother’s arms
wrapped tightly around this little body
Tears subside and eventually morph
into the rhythmic breathing of a child
once again at peace
As she places him gently on his bed
Her own tears fall unannounced
She sits for a moment
Crying silently
Knowing his safety won’t always lie in her hands
Tori Burris Inkley
4/5/26
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