by Justine C. Tajonera
Someone else will
look into your beautiful face
and tell you that
you are loved.
But remember,
I loved you
first.
I loved every precious
inch of you,
every little smile,
every fold on your skin,
every expression on your
face.
You have been loved
through sleepless nights
when your first two teeth
sprouted,
through soiled diapers,
through your crabbiest
temper.
When time tests you,
when promises
are broken,
when disappointments
come your way,
remember that
you have been
loved.
You have been loved
for all that you are
and all that you
will be.
And everything,
everything
will be alright.
For Clea
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