Knees curled up,
And pillows under the left side of her body,
The idea of being free,
One, two, three different heartbeats.
Waiting to go back to a life on the run.
Earning a place,
Not pretending, nature in her course
Love and fear combined.
Familiar faces, not known to their mother.
Children waiting for a birthday.
Sharing one, two, three different heartbeats.
Numbers and dates, thirty-six and two,
Waiting always to count the moves.
I'll keep them still,
And I'll kiss you again.
Losing sleep over my biggest dreams,
Cords of hope and love,
Playing to her heartstrings.
She sees them when she closes her eyes,
And then she can't breathe.
