A Letter to my Carried Companion

You are 3 years and 6 months old and growing up fast. You are my carried companion and it makes me sad to think that the end could be coming soon. I cherish every up, as if it’s my last. I make sure I cuddle you close, sniff your head and accept every slingy smooch…

To Mourn the Unborn

Children is a subject I’ve covered before; About my longing and urge for more. I thought it was done and left behind; But here it is, at the back of my mind. Teasing with what I desire the most; Haunting me just like a ghost. The struggle was hard to understand; To deny the family…