To The Moms

Surrealism clouded the air
Vision gone blurred,
Except for that plus.
There is something growing inside

Shaky hands, shaky voice,
Excitement surging in and out.
Papers have arrived
Someone to love is out there

A phonecall, a rush of memories,
Revisiting those days of old.
Remembering first steps
Anticipating more first steps

Every morning when they arise
Every midday when they slow down
Every night when they rest
Prayers are sent to the Heavens.

Surrealism turns to realism,
Never imagining anything different.
Excitement turns to life,
Knowing that the best was given.
Anticipation exceeded expectations,
Joy whenever two meet.

So with these words,
Close your eyes
Don’t forget
For they love you first.

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