Of all the wishes which might have ever been taken, you are my favorite!

You are more than hope can ever flourish in my soul…

More than the happiness of the whole world combined in one moment…

You are the smile, the heartbeat, the feathers of my dreams…

You are the petals of all the roses I’ve ever seen…

You are the sunshine of each and every day since you shined for the first time in my life…

You are the stars of my cloudy nights…

You are the drops of rain in the desert of my thoughts…

You are the joy, the grace and every single beautiful moment of my life…

You are me and more than myself!

We blend at the melting point of my love to you …

I love you more than love itself. 

I love you more than you can ever understand…

and more than a human heart can really love …

I love you more than I ever thought I am capable of loving …

Whenever you read those words, wherever you are, no matter in how many years… I want you to know that my love for you can never be measured, but it definitely grows and grows with each and every second of your life … 

No matter how much you grow up, you will forever stay my little purple heather which smells like heaven and looks like wonders! 

The passionate, profound love for a child deepens after living through breast cancer together. I wish I could draw her life. My one true fear while battling breast cancer was that the disease would be inherited and that my daughter would taste its cruelty. There are no words to describe the sheer joy I felt when the genetic testing came back negative.

I wrote this poem to Sama on her thirteenth birthday after I had survived breast cancer and the disease had taken me away from her for a time. I wanted to share my love for her which only grew deeper and more profound every minute of cancer’s cruel spell.

Today I decide to write her the same poem and share it with you … I couldn’t find better words to describe my feelings. 

The love mothers have for daughters is very close to self-love, a bit of selfishness, I guess. But the only situation where I indulge in selfishness. Sama is my mirror and my extended youth, and in a way also an extension of my dreams. As she turns 15 this year, she gives me the opportunity to be 15 again reminding me of myself at her age––the silent, serious teenager loaded with questions and passions. A great unfolding of mystery and beauty, something glorious to enjoy as I celebrate another year of our life together.

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