my golden cup of chamomile tea
on an early Saturday morning mid may
those eyes as blue as the pacific looking longingly into mine
You are always growing but remain the same breath of life
after I was reborn
on the 16th time stood still and will forever linger
over the course of my life
will you stay in this stage of perfection?
curious, blissful and clingy
my heart starts and stops with yours
I hold your hands and they are half of me.
but they are the better half
I never thought I would love anything more than your father
then there was you
there was our extension of love in its most perfect form.
everyday you are my reminder of miracles and euphoria
stay as honest, instinctual and innocent throughout your life
and I will know I was deserving of being your mother
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