To My Child, On Mother's Day
I loved you when you were a dream,
a plan of who I wanted to be as your mother.
I loved you when you were a seed
of hope, excitement and giddy amazement
growing and dancing in my belly.
I loved you when they put you in my arms
and you stopped crying to stare at me and fall asleep,
when your soft, tiny body sank into me
as if every part of me had been made to hold you.
I loved you for the way you watched the world
and hungered to learn and love even before birth.
I loved your raw anger, joy and wisdom,
full strength in such a tiny body.
Now, I watch you continue to burst onto the world
and I love you for every quirk of who you are.
For your long eyelashes, your quick smile, your caring,
your stubbornness and your creativity,
for your laugh, your cries, your kisses,
the way you look fresh out of the bath,
and the feel of your perfect hand in mine.
I loved you before we met.
I think I have loved you forever.
I will love you for always, for all that you are
my beautiful, magical child.
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