Poem: Love

Never knew the meaning of love, until you were born. Hearing you cry and watching you go through toddler melt downs, and then watching you nap. Seeing the best of me in you, and seeing the worst of me in you. Accepting it all and loving you anyway. I have deeper appreciation of my parents’ love.

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