Cocooned in my womb, as part of me Breathing the air I breathed, absorbing the food I ate, Using my blood for your sustenance, I would think you were happy in there. But it was time for you to come into my waiting arms. You did short work of the whole process, Coming much earlier than expected Raising your tender little fist up, saying...here I am! A miracle is what I call this. From a cell to a body, from a breath to reality, Every moment of your presence in my life Is a reminder of a miracle that is you. People say you are a carbon print of me Imagine that! A print of me in you... A part of me is in you, etched in your DNA forever, Passing it on to your progeny, just like my mother before me. Was I ready to be a mother? Yes! Did I know how to be a mother? No. Absolutely not. But step by little step, we got our own mo-jo, Learning and unlearning through trust and unconditional love. You have taught me things no book could record Making miracles look ...
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