The first smile
Can’t be forgotten
The first touch
Drawn your wishes
Along with your breath
And turned your heart
To a museum of love
It’s always possible
To feel the wind blows
With a name on his shoulder
It’s always possible
To play tag
Sharing energy with your baby
But if you sing your soul
For him while he is sleeping
He will become a singer
If you dance for him
While he is taking
His first step
He will become a dancer
If you pray for him
Before he even knows how to pray
Your urge will merge on his desire
And that is the greatest blessing
Of being a mom
There will be thunder, cyclone
And lightning on the road
Among sickness and sadness of the world
Your baby will stand
As you are carrying him
In your deepest love.
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So beautiful! Nothing like the love of a parent for a child. Never realized what an overwhelming feeling it was til the birth of my own daughter. Almost 20 years ago! ! ! Lovely poem!