You were once a dream, a soft prayer, a hope...

Now you are my reality, a splitting image of your father but keeper of my soul, everyday I fall more in love with you...and I am dancing on my own...

You are so tiny, so precious, your trust in me - unwavering, unquestioning, your love - raw and deep. You are clay in my novice trembling hands. And I am dancing on my own...

I hold your tiny fingers, check your breath, kiss your cheeks, cradle you in my arms, look into your eyes and I wonder - am I good enough for you, am I strong enough for you, can I protect you enough, can I love you enough?...And I am dancing on my own...

Am dancing on my own, in joy of having you,

dancing to your tune,

dancing to celebrate my fears as a new mother,

dancing to the heartache I now carry forever, so scary yet so sweet.

You gave me new purpose, new goals, new life...this feeling that no one else can feel, this fear that no one can describe, this joy that nothing can compare, this music that only I seem to hear...

And so I am dancing on my own...