Little heartbeat, firmly chugging, voice of your determined drive toward personhood. In the background, slow and strong, Mother's heartbeat, The benevolent protector, Hovers near, watching over your unwavering dedication to growing, Helping you succeed in your task, unhindered by the pressing of the world. Grow, little one, grow and mature. Grow strong, grow smart, grow confident in our love for you. For there is a world out here, full of wonder and a little pain. And there is a place in it for you.
David Garstang Mid-1987
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