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In The Palm of Her Hands

The Circle of Life

By MiKayla GunnPublished 5 years ago 2 min read
In The Palm of Her Hands
Photo by Caroline Hernandez on Unsplash

I was born My baby girl was born

Into a world where Now entering her new world

I was not lonely anymore. Where there are others to comfort her.

I finally saw my mother's face I saw her face; glowing.

As she whispered "I love you" This was the first time I said it

in that recognizable voice. to her in my arms, "I love you."

I was later being held It was hard to let go

by someone other than my mom. But I let her be held by others.

Soon I experimented with sounds Soon she started babbling

Saying "dada" over and over We heard "dada"

Because they got so happy I was hoping for "mama"

by that particular sound. But we were still happy for our baby.

After words were She soon had her

no longer a struggle big girl vocabulary

I moved onto bigger life events She moved onto bigger life events

like school and riding a bike. Like school and riding a bike.

My mother always adored me I just couldn't help it

when I conquered life's obstacles But she amazed me in her strength.

Next thing I knew, Next thing I knew,

I was in high school. She was already off to high school.

Of course, the boy struggles I knew what that meant,

came into play now. broken hearts.

My mother hated to see me when I hated so much to see my baby when

I was broken she was broken

She she knew she couldn't I knew I couldn't protect her

protect me from everything. from everything.

Graduation came and all my stuff Graduation came and my heart ached

were packed and I moved away Her stuff was packed, she moved out,

from my old life. away from us

My mom's eyes filled with tears and my heart shattered

As her life drove away. All my life - all my heart - drove away.

I soon got caught up I haven't really heard from her

in a tangled mess of life since she left to start her life

and forgot about my mother I missed her dearly.

Until one day I got a call. One day I couldn't wake up

my eyes filled with tears as I I heard everything around me but

rushed to the hospital, I didn't wake up

But it was too late. Until I floated above, now seeing it all

Emotions flew like rapids I was so happy to finally see

through my veins and I regretted my baby girl again. She had just been

not calling her on the holidays so busy with her new life when we

and not going where they offered invited her to come into ours.

I let life get the best of me I'm hoping that she'll learn

and now there is nothing I can do. Through this life lesson

The one thing that kept intruding I kept whispering

my mind was this, in her ear was,

"Everyone dies "Everyone dies

but not everyone lives." but not everyone lives."

And with that, In which, she heard me and

I visit my father every chance I get Her father now sees out baby girl

and I've learned to keep life Because she's learned to keep life

in the palm of my hand in the palm of her hand

Not allowing it to consume me Never allowing it to consume her

ever again. ever again.

I love you.

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About the Creator

MiKayla Gunn

Writing is my outlet. I hope my stuff can be relatable for some and enjoyable for others. Thank you for taking the time to read :)

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