She Loved Me First

She felt me growing

in her womb,

before I even was, 

she loved me first,

and after I had been 

stolen, she mourned 

my loss, ever hopeful

there would come a day

when we would be

reunited and we could 

love each other...

and I think how 

she fretted about

my location and well being, and

that she longed for my happiness;

hoping that I would find it, 

and I know that

she loved me first.