Loved

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Do you hear the lingering notes

Your mother's tender whispers

Engraving the first words

The prologue of your identity

She rocked and held you close

Cradling you amongst the world

She laughed at your first murmur

A tiny sound filled with hope

And in that moment of joy

That short depiction of love

You knew you were loved

Loved more than anyone else.

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