Chapter 1
I am the woman that has 15 children.
Little fluttering hearts
That I juggle every day;
Each with its own sensitivity
Trembling in my palms.
There's pride in my eyes
When I see each fluttering heart.
Glimmers of uniqueness
Challenge to my core.
And when they learn
It's my sweetest victory;
My purpose in this world.
When as big thumping hearts
They will leave me
One day,
To take on life
To battle decay;
I will look back
When they were fluttering hearts
And smile and wave while a memory
I become.
