Love comes to us in strange and wonderful ways.
The love I feel for my baby, my flesh, my eyes, my smile...she has them all. Thirty-six hours of excruciating pain followed by so far twelve years of extreme love and affection. My daughter is the hugest love of my life. She completed my strongest desire of loving, giving and making each day count. What nothing and no one could do, she has fulfilled. Her shining eyes and screwed up pug nose made me fall in love with her at first sight. I am blessed with her presence and proud of her smallest achievement. She makes me laugh and I know that without her my life would amount to nothing. A crazy possessive mother, I am definitely one of those. Letting go is not in my make-up and being less crazy for her would be painful.
1 comment:
its beutiful.all ur poetry.big towns,bigger clowns.great expression.
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