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Ree Bunch Jun 2023
Although you may not see a baby on my hip or at my breast.
I am still a mother nonetheless.
Although you may not hear a newborn cry as you walk past.
I am still a mother nonetheless.
Although you may not see him sleeping in his warm bed.
I am still a mother nonetheless.
You may think my baby is not here.
But he's in the way I walk and breathe instead.
My son lives on through me.
I'm still a mother, just like the others you see.
For my lovely boy Joseph 9.3.19 ❤️❤️
Ree Bunch Feb 2021
I remember the first time I heard your symphony playing at 143 bpm and it made my heart skip a beat and float to your composed musical notes.

We were in sync from that moment forward.

Surely, I had heard a symphony before, but there was something indescribable about the rhythm of yours- It was the most beautiful musicality that I had ever heard, and I had a front row seat.

Abruptly, the harps, cellos, percussions, and violins stopped – with baffled looks and sadness strewn on their faces, the orchestra quickly rose and cleared the stage.

Is it over already? Is it any chance that they’ll come back to continue the effortless harmonization that once was? I thought that we had 12 more weeks together to create, compose, and flourish.

You passed on too soon my son, leaving mommy’s symphony playing without cause or passion. My heart will never forget the intricacies of your composure and movements.


Science says that the heart only consists of valves, ventricles, and arteries; but what else can bridge an invisible rope to another’s sophisticated rhythm and fall straight in line.

It can shatter without breaking; melt, but continue to beat; harden, but still capable of giving love?

It has to be more…

It has to be...
You were only here a short time, but you changed me forever. 9.3.19♡
  Nov 2017 Ree Bunch
I'm afraid
to look at you
because maybe
you'll be looking back
and I'll be reminded of the
ways my heart learned to love
the person you pretended to be
Ree Bunch Nov 2017
Your entrance door is shattered and tattered, yet you feel safe.
Your windows are now his eyes into all of your secret places;
But still you sleep in your prettiest negligees.
Your locks are just parts of brass adorning wooden pieces;
Although you think they are enough to keep evil and good balances even.
You walls are built high to the sky, impenetrable in your dark brown eyes;
But all he sees are clouds of smoke that will come down with the simplest of lies.
You feel all of safe and sound snuggled up in your warm bed,
Oblivious to the real world around you in instead.
Ree Bunch Mar 2017
You laughed and caressed my cheek.
Your hugs so strong and endless.
Your words play on repeat,
"I love you fervently"

You showed me the person you really are;
But I thought it better to paint you as my masterpiece.
When people show you who they are- believe them.
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