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A Little Bit of You In Me

I am sure you know, I see it in your eyes when you look at me, that look of surprise and awe, of seeing something you gave birth to, now grown so big. I am sure you know, there is a little bit of you in me. Its not your looks, for you are the most beautiful of God's creations I will live to see, Its not your granite patience, for I have that streak of impatience that came from dad, It is not your resilience, for someday I find myself giving up and giving in and its not your foresight, for most days, I can't see beyond myself. 

It is your love. 

Just like you will never have enough of me, I, will never have enough of you in my life. As a toddler when you cuddled me to sleep, and remained awake all night long, as a kid when you dressed me to school and then hurried to work, as a grown up, when you counseled me through all the turmoils that rock my insignificant life, you made it all seem a very big deal for you. You make me feel like a V.I.P. 

Every time I think of you, I can feel the universe converge to a silent dot, and the dots are full of you. In this life and forever, may I have the joy of being born to you.

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  1. As I read your tribute to your Mother just now, I knew my day is off to a good start. I am glad to be in a world with people like you in it. You have reminded me that nothing is more important than love. I am grateful.

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  2. Thank you for your beautiful lines Jerral. They compete with my blog :-D

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