Uncommon Gift

Nine months you incubated me
Catering always for me
An individual functioning as two
You never know how I look
Yet called me beautiful
You're not an architect
Yet designed my future
You're not a programmer
Yet programmed my destiny
Your words in prayer
Confession and declaration
Built an empire of wisdom in me
And creates an atmosphere of beauty
As you watch me grow
Mother, you're an uncommon gift


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