Heart beating

As we hugged and cuddled together on your bed tonight,I faintly felt something beating against my fingers.
It was your heart beating.
Slow, beautiful almost like a melody it sang.
My body stood still for a wee moment in recognition.
The first heart that ever beat inside of me.
The very first time my organs shared a home with another growing one.
My beautiful first born.

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