A Bloom of Long Plants

Parenthood is like a rhyme, like how a bloom of blue depends on the strength of roots entwined, like how we’ve started counting time in the blur when our dreams blend and parenthood begins to rhyme with each newborn milky sigh and with each stretch when naptime ends, like water for our roots entwined that keeps us stretching like a vine even when the skies are darkened by storms that roll the rhymes away — back to the start, when we were seeds who would have thought our boughs would bend on the strength of roots entwined and bear the fruit of such a rhyme? #Parenthood #Mothers Day #

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