Son
You came to me on angels wings
Your smile was so divine,
I looked into your big blue eyes
Not believing you were mine.
With skin so soft and hair of down
You came to me that day,
And as I held you on my breast
You stole my heart away.
Sweet child if you could ever know
The love I felt for you,
As the years flew quickly by
That love just grew and grew.
So I’ll just quietly watch you grow
Into a man my son.
I want you to know what a privilege it is
For me to be your mom.
Written by Brenda Meier-Hans
2002
Gautami Phookans Contest:
The Sweetest Touches of Verse
Copyright © Brenda Meier-Hans | Year Posted 2014
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