MY SON

I hold you
Closely in my arms
My darling baby son
I press my check
To your soft hair
My precious little one
Love and Joy
And tenderness
Completely fill my soul
I treasure every moment
Of my mother’s role
I know before I catch my breath
You’ll toddle all around
And then before I know it
You’ll not want me to be found
Hovering and fussing
And looking out for you
And acting worried and concerned
The way most mothers do
I hold you even closer
I hug you while I can
I know that years pass quickly
That soon you’ll be a man
Your baby hair so soft & brown
Perhaps may change to gold
Then ever so quietly
The gray will hint you’re growing old
But through the years
Though they may be long
My thoughts will be of you
I’ll glory in your triumphs
In all the things you do
I know you mean so much to me
My dreams, my hopes, my joy
Though I look up to see your face
My heart will see my baby boy
And never will I live so long
That I may cease to pray
My prayers will always be for you
Unto the end of my last day.

Lucille Fall Miller © 1988