Miniature Me

I felt the divinity when I saw your eyes,
Half opened in your peaceful slumber;
I adored your tiny pink lips that notifies,
Through your twitching about your hunger.

So tender was the touch of your hand,
That clasped my finger tight and sturdy;
Magical was your smile in your nod,
Revealing your toothless gums completely.

I treasured your glittery spittle
That oozed every time you were fed,
You gave me an inestimable title,
'Mother,' that none can ever accord.

I began admiring you from the day
I confirmed that I was pregnant with you;
I am grateful to God and I pray,
For you are worth the wait, and I love you.