Who am i, gorgeous!? Who are you, gorgeous!?
What is anyone but gorgeous upon conception!?
An infant, mostly absorbed in the world of delta waves,
Flying up near clouds, past stars, then free-falling to earth,
No warning signs or parachutes needed in this place of starting anew.
The blessing for the ‘rents began before,
No more suffering at old age from smoking exhaustion,
No more resentment directed universally from a barren womb,
Or her mate, who likes appearances, stability & “has that helping heart”.
What is anyone but gorgeous when a young child!?
Who creates a world of unabated imagination for her
‘Rents to swallow up whole. Forced, coerced, little choice.
With trials, play, tempers, joy, tears, epiphanies, experiencing.
The Truth is that I am no wonder-woman without
This special runt-grown-woman - you, because a ‘rent should
Know God watches them through their child’s eyes,
A woman learns from her daughter and becomes a mixture,
Of what her daughter might expect or need, and what,
Will keep her sane. Repeat. Sane. Repeat. Sane.
Sane, meaning having purpose, making a difference,
This mother loves being different and unique.
It is quite daunting and exciting to see what a brilliant,
Challenging genetic code will bring us, in each of us,
What will you inherit? The answer is nothing but gorgeous,
Because what is anyone but gorgeous on a journey to womanhood?!
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An infant, mostly absorbed in the world of delta waves,
Flying up near clouds, past stars, then free-falling to earth,
No warning signs or parachutes needed in this place of starting anew.
The blessing for the ‘rents began before,
No more suffering at old age from smoking exhaustion,
No more resentment directed universally from a barren womb,
Or her mate, who likes appearances, stability & “has that helping heart”.
What is anyone but gorgeous when a young child!?
Who creates a world of unabated imagination for her
‘Rents to swallow up whole. Forced, coerced, little choice.
With trials, play, tempers, joy, tears, epiphanies, experiencing.
The Truth is that I am no wonder-woman without
This special runt-grown-woman - you, because a ‘rent should
Know God watches them through their child’s eyes,
A woman learns from her daughter and becomes a mixture,
Of what her daughter might expect or need, and what,
Will keep her sane. Repeat. Sane. Repeat. Sane.
Sane, meaning having purpose, making a difference,
This mother loves being different and unique.
It is quite daunting and exciting to see what a brilliant,
Challenging genetic code will bring us, in each of us,
What will you inherit? The answer is nothing but gorgeous,
Because what is anyone but gorgeous on a journey to womanhood?!
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