(I won't say you're the favorite one)
But I will say this:
You came out of me and were placed
Still wet in my arms
And though you had just weathered
The trauma of your own birth
You gazed at your mother
With a calmness that transcended age.
And for all of these thirteen years
You are the one
Whose affection arrived without judgment
Whose smile was vital
Whose tears stung like leather straps
That whipped me on the inside...
I commend you, son, with love and pride
But no surprise
That was always you
And will always be you.
� 1980-2007 barbara
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