Dear Sweet Penny

I invite you to read my poem.

She is 12 weeks
In her mother's womb
She is safe and cocooned
I do wonder if she can smell her mum's, perfume?

She has ten fingers
And ten toes

In this amazing environment;

She grows.

A double heartbeat
Heart to heart
Her mum's, and her very own; 
They're never apart.

Always aware of each other
Such shared intimacy
Mum is her haven hide-away
Night, and Day.





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