Author: ladyjewel

Body in the grip of tearing pain,
Remember to breath, count, mind closed in for those few seconds.

Heavy, full feeling, pain and pressure, and suddenly..

You slide out and the pain is gone,
A small body is placed on my chest, wet and warm,
I look down and there is a cloud of soft hair,
A face and body of an angel with the smallest hands,
You move and seem to curl up into me and my heart swells.

You are the perfect person, and the wonder is you were made
Inside me.

You are MY perfect person and i will protect you always,
My gift.
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Posted: May 2013
About this poem:
My children are all my perfect people.