My Son

My son,
Your smile melts my worries
Your baby talk softens my heart
Your presence reminds me of the precious gift that you are.

My son,


When you touch my face
You reach for reassurance.
When you hold my fingers
You yearn for security.

My son,
When you look in my eyes
You search for guidance.
When you mimic my sounds
You beg for consistency.
When you say mama
You tell me you love me!

I love you son!

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