When you were born, ten years ago today

Moments after you came into this world

Perfect

I held you in my arms and began a mantra

I haven’t stopped repeating since.

I intoned:

There will never be a single minute

Of any hour

There will never be a single hour

Of any day

There will never be a single day

Of any week

There will never be a single week

Of any month

There will be never be a single month

Of any year

Of the rest of your life

That I don’t love you more.

And there never has been.