A Mother’s Love

The moment you were born I cried

I had wished for you for so long

And there you were

Lying in my arms, expectantly

Eyes blinking, fists clenching, mouth screaming.

I breathed in your scent,

Looked into your eyes

And felt thankful that you were mine.

For a moment our eyes met and you frowned.

Did you know who I was?

Even in those few early moments?

You were so small and precious

Such a delight to behold

The love I felt was instant,

The feelings took over my soul,

But with love came worry, followed by fear

I was scared that I would let you down

Or that I would be poor at my job.

I wanted to be your mommy for so long

But what if I got it wrong?

What if you failed to flourish?

Or copied my bad habits?

What if you lived to wish for more

More than I could give.

I pushed these worries away quickly

As fast as they had came.

If I did just one thing right in my life

It would be to give you everything I had.

Your life will be amazing.

It will be worth living.

I will give you anything you need.

I will forever be your shoulder,

Forever be your guide.

I hope you have a happy life

But for the days that you are sad,

I will always be by your side

I promise to love you for as long as I breathe

My baby,

My child,

My heart,

My world

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