Donuts
instantly the smell
I ran to the kitchen
~
I love you mom
she smiled
~
she showed me everyday
how much she loved me
~
she never once said
I love you
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sometimes you need to hear it
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my stillborn son
I touched her belly
whispered
I love you
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I’ll never know
if he heard
~
Geo Sans 
His spirit heard
thank you
I really believe the love between a child and the two who are bringing him into this world begins long before and only grows stronger in that intimate place of birthing. That’s why I feel the littlest ones hear everything they need to – from heart to heart because it’s the only language they know.
thank you
compassionate love
~
maybe
it is
the only universal
language
My father rarely said those words to me. He taught me a silly noise that only we shared.
Beautiful processing.
sorry
~
if over stepping boundaries
but
that’s beautiful
Yes, he heard you and he hears you still. Hugs.
I know
~
he’s listening
~
I’m listening
“sometimes you need to hear it”… I believe he heard…
in
my
bones
~
I know he did
You’re posts have made for a very emotional evening for me. My heart extends. Blessings. Belinda
thanks
~
for extending
your heart
Thank you for accepting it. Blessings
Very nice
Thank you
for
commenting
Yes I believe they hear. My Dad speaks to me when I ask him to send me a train. When I want to know. I never hear trains where I live except once or twice a year when I ask him to send me the sound…
Thanks
~
sounds
say
so
much
He’s still listening to you…. don’t you think?
I’d like to believe …
I think you should. (:
I believe he heard you…
I’m opening my ears
~
I’m opening my heart