I didn’t hear you cry.

I didn’t hear your first breath.

But I felt your soul—

as though it spoke to me.

You were mine.

I held you in my arms

until you could crawl.

I held you in my arms

until you could walk.

I held you in my arms

until you could feed yourself.

You grew so fast—

and drifted faster.

But I could still feel your soul

reach out to mine.

Your hugs always felt warm.

Even now,

as you’re older.

I loved you

the moment I woke up.

And I love you now.

That will never change.

It will never falter.

I still hold you in my arms—

even for a brief moment.

I watch you sleep,

and I fear losing you.

I hear your little snores.

And I know—

your soul is still with me.

It’s not easy being a mother.

But you make it worth it.

You are kind.

You are smart.

You are funny.

And you are mine.

And I love you so.