A mark for every breath you took

A mark for every breath you took, every blink, every sleepy yawn.One for every time you sucked your thumb, waved hello, closed your eyes and slept in the most perfect darkness. One for every time you had the hiccups, one for every dream you dreamed inside me.It isn’t very pretty anymore. Some may say it’s ugly. That’s ok.
It was your home. It was where I grew to love you, where I laid my hand as I dreamed about who you were and who you would be. It held you until my arms could, and for that I will always find something beautiful in it.