Be I obsessed? Perhaps.

I could physically feel the weight of a new born baby in my arms, his or her head nestled into my neck, the ever so gentle whisper of breath on my skin; a sleeping, innocent baby.

My stomach turns with the longing for this feeling to be the real thing, my heart aches for what I cannot have.

I sit with my eyes closed, wanting to hang onto the sensation for just one moment longer. I open my eyes and he or she is gone, replaced by a weight of sadness- not in my arms, but on my shoulders.

Forever present, weighing me down, my burden, my prize.



For Lily & Ash