With every moment, every second, I stare intensely. Every roundness of their cheeks, the slope of their noses, the very lashes on their eyes…. I want to memorize them. I want everything from the touch of their skin to the shape of their toes to be be etched into my mind, burned into my heart, carved into my soul. I want their intense blue eyes forever burned into my being. The sounds of their voices to be loud and vibrant in my head. Their witty personalities… boundless love… forgiving hearts… to be a statement of who I am and how I must become a better person for me, for them. I want the feel of their hair to be memorized by my touch. The feel of their hugs bound to my chest. The feel of their kisses ablaze on my lips. I want the way they say “I love you Mommy” to echo in my head and reverberate in my body.

My Love.

My children.

© bipolarmuse 2010