Suddenly, I must look at this person I gave birth to, love, nurtured in a completely different perspective.
One day, my child is playing in the sand, rolling cars or dressing baby dolls. Without realizing how time has rushed by, I realize I am now looking at a person that I may have given birth to, but has become a unique person of their own making
You, wrapped in a soft blanket,
tiny, tight fist, ready to fight this evil world.
I hold you to my waiting breast
as you unfurl your fist and
hungrily taste life for the first time.
My whispered words to you
as I gazed onto your face
for the very first time-
Hello, little lady, or
There’s my young man.
Now, racing through my mind
come priceless memories,
first smile, first words, first step.
So many new pages
fill your book each day,
Always hoping the story never ends.
I see you growing,
Instars in a journey
that will take you to places
I have never been.
You dance and change
so quickly I can’t keep up,
More amazing with every step.
I see you as a chrysalis,
wanting to soar.
I close my eyes tightly,
Life’s pages ripple by.
I’m afraid to let you go,
Will you stay near,
Will you be here at all?
I watch silently, in awe
with aging, tight fist
as each of you ascends
into your own unique
and always perfect butterfly.
A tear rolls down my cheek,
soft blanket in my arms.
I can no longer hold you,
in those arms, but always
in my heart, my soul, my dreams.
Whether you fly
off into the heavens
or stay near me
on this earth,
You are, and always will be
The best of me that I could give.
beebeesworld 
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