Warm sticky skin on my chest

After a long battleShe sleepsShe wasn’t ready to end the dayLetting go is hardShe nursed but her body kept crawlingBum in the air connected to the mama milkShe pulls herself up, holding my hip with one hand and arches her back to let her head hang, mouth wide open with a smileShe’s impressedUsing […]

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My Name

My Name is Solace

Sol·ace (noun) comfort or consolation in a time of distress or sadness. I have always taken pride that my name is in the dictionary. Other kids would marvel as I showed off my name right there, a word plain simple and yet so complicated. People always wonder why I was named Solace. Were […]

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