Joy in the purest form
My oxygen
The gift of the sweat from my brow
I see you
Your beautiful eyes
They bloom
Holding the hopes of your mother
The desire not to live
But more so to be alive
Your smile steady
Like a graceful hand…
Or a root
Ever so persistent like the sun chasing rain
You understand work is never done
What strength you have
The ability to ignore the woes
That lay in your path
You step through them
Careful yet adventurous
Reminiscent of a stubborn soul we know
No you are stronger than him
Kinder also
You thrive by that around you
You appreciate the magic in a moment
Yet you are insightful about time
As its sands run under your feet
I see you
My perseverance
The sweetest fruit
Life
Again
My unborn child.