Silly, pink and striped.
But, certain things hold onto memories like sponges.
Songs, scents, whispers of wind.
Today was bravery and quiet, private, healing.
Peace and release.
Another chip filled in, and another breath breathed.
I held my baby extra hard tight.
Told him he was golden.
Remembered staring hard to hold back the flood.
Pleading desperation I only barely knew.
It felt imprinted, I almost threw them away.
Not today.
Today I hold my head up and dance with my baby.
Today I revel in my bravery.
Today I am better.
