I remember Mama's sweaters, soft and gentle when I lay my cheek against her chest. I could feel her soft hands stroking my baby hair as she sang me to sleep. You're my little baby, no one will take you away from me. You're my little baby, everyone is going to love you. Everything about her was so soft.
I smile as my eyes trace her body. She's so small, too early the doctors' said. So we wait, our only consolation the monotonous beat of the heart monitor. I sing to her as my Mama sang to me. When she is better I will let her enjoy the softness of my sweaters as she lies against my chest.
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