I wouldn’t hope you never knew
How heartstrings loop & knit
The cradle form within my arms
You’ll not not always fit
I have a heart hole in my soul
Your whole heart fills just right
A dim dull darkened part of me
You’ll not not always light
And when you’re not not far away
(as children don’t not grow)
Recall that jigsaw piece of warmth
You’ll not not
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Just a bit of nonsense.  I like kids, but I can never finish a whole one.