She is my heart
In a small warm body
Separate (and not)
From mine....
She is my best
Every thing...
My breath,
My soul,
My largest of the small.
She is a huge being
In a tiny package,
A mirror to
My harshest truths
She is the sun
Bright and powerful
To my waxing
And waning moon.
She is my dearest
My toughest,
My most beloved,
My teacher,
And my student.
She is my laughter,
My tears,
My hopes,
My fears,
She is Love,
She is Magic,
She is my Child.
And I am blessed to be her Mother.
©Tanya Anguita
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