For my two little loves-
You warm me like my morning sips of coffee, saturating my rib cage with comfort and my lips with sweetness.
I love you the way the flowers love new spring days, pushing past dark soil to find sweet breezes and pale sunshine.
You frightened and delighted me as if I were on the edge of a diving board suspended high above a blue pool. I unknowingly inched closer and closer, finally taking a leap into something large and deep and consuming.
You give me the feeling I've only ever felt the first time I saw the ocean, my landlocked soul breaking free into the coldest water and most enormous crashes of sound.
I love you the way my name was fitted to me, or I was born in the middle of this great, wide country; I was meant for it, and you were meant for me.
Bigger than any poem I've ever hoped to write.
Better teachers than any professor in front of a dusty chalkboard.
Sweeter than anything else this world could ever offer me.
You make me believe I was meant for a life I've only just begun to live- the life of being a mother to you.