A part: Chronicles of a New Mother

Everyday I see,

a beautiful mini me.

Resilient and Bright,

ready to learn what a sight.

I see that hair a part of me yet not,

some of me some of him.

I seen those hands that move about,

lurking to grab and put it everything still on your mouth.

I see those cubby long toes,

A part of me yet a part of him as well.

You are so unique,

what a beauty,

a one of a kind emerald.

A part of me.

A poem by Michelle

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