Twelve years ago
The most wonderful
thing happened to me
I searched and search
for a perfect happiness, a happiness without a hole in it, until you came
I told you time and
time again that your birthday is the best day of my life
You never cease to
amaze me
How so many
generations, had to be created, and destroyed so the marvel of you can finally be
perfected
It’s hard - I think - for
you to perfect your role, hiding your shrewd brilliance under your childlike
face, under your perfectly girlish body
I gave you the diary I
wrote when you were still in my womb, notes about your birth, stages of your
development, and poems I wrote you as I watched you grow, when you started
walking, when you first spoke.. and as soon as you read it, you pointed out my
misspellings!
In my mind, you’re the
only persons whose name resonates with fresh flowers, vibrant rainbows, colourful
balloons, warm sandy beaches, and clean air. Somehow, you are the only real
person to me
When mothers talk
about how amazing their children are, I think they must be crazy. I know I’ve
got the best one.
