Perched in my soul

like doves, your hearts

beat against a cage

of rib. They sing

to my own. Harmony—

a ballad of lifelines

entwined. We are

a symphony, with God

as our conductor.

Prayers pulse

among the palpitations.

They rise above

notes of love and unity,

begging to keep you

close. I cling

to our song, grasp at

the wafting essence

of you. I will

the music to play

on, to fill me a little

longer. We need

more lines, more verses,

more time

to grow together.

It’s too soon for you

to part with

the chorus. Let’s keep

the lullaby alive.

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About the Author

Samantha Wassel

Samantha Wassel is a Stay-At-Home Mama to the cutest twin toddlers in the history of all Toddlerdom. When she's not running her borderline-offensive mouth, she's running masochistically long distances, often with the aforementioned toddlers in tow. She enjoys reading, writing, baking, marathoning, complaining, photographing, playgrounding, and Ghirardelli Midnight Reverie chocolate bars. You can find her on , , Mamalode, and .