Godlike
I loved her like God
in the womb, before I could
see, hear or hold her.
I loved her completely,
delighting purely in her existence,
wishing only for her happiness and fulfillment,
desperately longing for her to know me,
to receive my love and to love me in return,
and accepting that she may not,
and still loving her absolutely and unconditionally.
Beaming with the promise of new life,
I knew, really knew, what it is to love like God,
because I loved her as a mother.