This poem split my heart in half.

I don't have a child and that's a personal, permanent choice. But I swear, randomly in the middle of the day, I'll get this feeling - how it would be like to twine my fingers with a set of tiny, perfect ones. Then I'm hit with an anvil - a loss of what I will never have, and I cannot express it to people, because no one will understand. Or so I thought.

Just, thank you, thank you, and thank you.

The words, images, and even your voice during the reading - convey so much depth and emotion. I feel like I'm swimming in the deep end - swimming, not drowning.

And I'd like to float here awhile.