I sing her to sleep. I hold her close to my chest. I cradle her in my arms, and I sing her sleep. Not my baby in blood, but in heart, in feeling, in a mother’s intuition, I know she’s mine, risen again and come back to me. My baby. All mine. And there ain’t no one can take her away from me. Not this time. Never again. She’s mine. All mine. I sing her to sleep. I hold her close to my chest. I cradle her in my arms, and I sing her sleep.
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