As a kid, I grew up
with the idea that
love was not real.
The lack of it
was why.
As I aged, many who's
said, "I love you."
But they were all lies
as soon as the who's hit me.
I knew that for me,
love was not real.
I had a few
too many of the who’s
to keep up with,
and on a hot day,
I went to the east bay
of MA to meet one more
who that was nice.
But this who in turn also lied
and left me with
a big bump and a dark eye
in the heat of July.
With a fast pass of time,
a hard pain hit,
and on to
an ugly bed
I went to take in
a big gasp of air.
Push! The Doc said.
And I did.
Come on, push!
He said once more.
And I did just that.
Over and over.
I did just that,
till the big bump went down
And a tiny baby girl lay
in his long arms.
So pure and kind.
And, for once
in my life,
I felt joy
for a true love
that was real.
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This is so beautiful! At the beginning I thought, you're a who, too - we gotta learn to love ourselves but then the little baby girl arrived. I remember when my little sister was born and I first saw her in the hospital, my mom placed her in my arms and I felt like "this is real love" for the first time.