This Child


This is my child, whose form was knit together in my womb.
This is my child, whose heart began its beat within me.
This is my child, with whom I grew heavy over the months.
This is my child, over whom many have prayed.
This is my child, who quickens my heart with a smile, word, laugh.
This is my child, who grows exponentially in heart, spirit, mind.
This is my child, who came into this world to live a purposeful life.
This is my child, who is precious and deeply loved.
This is my child, my son, and I am his mother.
This will never change.

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My first poem was inspired by my two-and-a-half-year-old son. In sharing it, I hope the poem articulates the myriad of emotions and thoughts born of the mother-child bond. My son inspires me to do my best, to love wholly and without fear, and enjoy this life and its small moments. He never fails to make me laugh and to remind me to not take things too seriously. This is a declaration of love. Aaron, you are a blessing in my life and a joy to my heart. This poem is dedicated to you.