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I Am Still Your Mother

I am your mother.


You grew inside of me for nine months. I felt your tosses and turns, the kicks and punches. The hiccups and flips.


I am your mother.


I pushed through the pain, found strength I didn’t know I had, pushed harder and harder, and brought you into the world.


I am your mother.


My heart exploded with love, tears rolling down my face onto yours as I kissed you over and over.


I am your mother.


So many late nights and long hours alone with you while the rest of the world slept. Just the two of us as if no one else existed. I didn’t mind. It was our time.


I am your mother.


I watched you grow. I celebrated your tiny milestones with so much enthusiasm. I bursted with joy over the firsts of many things. Your smile and contagious laughter, my favorite sound in the world.


I am your mother.


I kissed you goodbye one morning, you smiled. I will see you soon my sweet baby.


I am your mother.


I rocked you in that hospital chair. Your body so cold. The light in your eyes turned off forever. My tears fell on your face for the very last time.


I am your mother.


Photos of you covered tables, flowers everywhere, an endless line of people. A tiny casket staring at me from the front of the room.


I am your mother.


Placed into the ground, your body remains. You are not on earth but I feel you here. I talk to you. I think of you every day. I see you in all I do. You are my child for all eternity.


I am your mother.