nothing I could have imagined
equals to this
the leap of my heart
when I see your face
the ache in my breast
when you cry
how can I ever
express the change you've created
in me
your mother
when nothing else
could be
ours?
Saturday, November 19, 2005
totally true at 12:37
Labels: motherhood, poetry
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