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She smiled, humming softly to herself, swaying gently in front of the mirror. Long, patient strokes of the hairbrush through her long, lovely, raven locks. 

things my heart used to know

things it yearns to remember

A dreamy smile on her lips, she looked over at the tiny pink cot shaped like a basket, the mobile dangling pretty charms circling gently over it. A tiny beautiful life, a miracle that came from inside of her, the minuscule heart that beat inside the miracle's minuscule chest. Her lips curved more as she took in the little, perfectly formed features. She walked over to the cot and placed a finger on the velvet soft cheek, stroking lovingly. Precious, precious, precious.

I will find my way

I will sacrifice

Till the blinding day

When I see your eyes

Now I'm living

In your afterglow...

She lightly trailed her fingers over her child's eyes. Touched the rosebud mouth, marvelling at the tiny perfection. 

And thanked God every day for this miniature miracle, that had enriched her life ever-so-much-more.