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First time mums

One and done.

There will be no small footsteps
following after yours,
no second laugh in the backseat,
no tiny hand reaching for mine
while yours grows steady and sure.

And one day,
when the house is quieter than you hoped,
you may wonder why
you never had a built-in friend
to share the weight of losing us.

I wonder that too.

But love is not counted in children.
It is measured in what we can hold
without breaking.

So I chose this—
not because you were not enough,
but because you were everything
I could give myself fully to.

And though the ache of “what if”
may visit us both,
I hope you will always know:
this ending was never a lack of love.
It was love making the hardest decision it could.