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Feb 2011
What a blessing it is that I am here to see this.
Experience, taste, touch life, what bliss.
To see my son everyday, as his curious mind wanders
Asking, exploring, his forefinger up to his top lip as he ponders,
Why is it that I breathe mummy?
Because love created you son, and grew in my tummy,
Cushioned as you made your mission to earth
As you came out from me, mouth open, eyes wide
I didn't know what to do, Daddy held you and cried.

The unknown ****** upon us we took you home
Responsibility flashed before us, we soon had to learn.
We held you, fed you, changed your ***** many, many times
Whilst making changes to you, we also changed our lives
I am not complaining, although I found it hard at first
Didn't take to motherhood as I thought I would, but that is no curse
Through the hard times, things have got easier
I have learnt a lot and you my son have been my teacher,
And today I thank you for that little man
For making me see life isn't a fool proof plan
You never know what is round the corner
You just deal with it in the way that you can.

And here I am at the end of this beautiful day
Sitting here trying to find my way
Life isn't perfect, but it feels good today.
Written by
Petra Smith
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