You looked at a photo
of me pregnant with you
and asked me
where you were
before you were in my tummy
I tell you
that you were in my imagination
to which you scrunch up
your face and wonder out loud
how very fat
my head must have been.
You looked at a photo
of me pregnant with you
and asked me
where you were
before you were in my tummy
I tell you
that you were in my imagination
to which you scrunch up
your face and wonder out loud
how very fat
my head must have been.
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