The Birth of a Mother

I’ll never forget the day you were born.
Heart filled to overflowing, dreams fell into place.
Touching your tiny fingers and toes,
Memorizing your wee face.

So many changes in me that day,
the day I met my son.
A scared girl blossoming into a proud mother,
our connected journey had begun.

Slowly, the teacher became the student,
as I began seeing the world through your eyes.
Jaded vision soon gave way to
renewed curiosity and surprise.

Crayon colors filled the day.
The simple things became richer.
Each breath of air, sweeter.
Now feeling emotions for two, running deeper.

~ Teri Liptak ~

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