When we hold a child, we hold a soul.
The deep underground water.
Their cries tell us a story we might not otherwise have the ability to listen to, nor understand.
In that deep water is a soul here to be loved unconditionally.
Their laughter is as sweet as birds chirping through a radiant sunrise.
In that deep water is a soul here to love us unconditionally.
Mom
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