A Prince Forever

To the world, he may just be a man, Chasing dreams, with calloused hands. But to her, he's the little boy still, With scraped knees and a stubborn will. She watched him stumble, watched him grow, Held his fears she'd never show. In her arms, he found his start— A throne carved gently in her heart. His crown? Not gold, but strands of hair She kissed each night with whispered prayer. His kingdom? Just her open arms, Shielding him from life’s alarms. Through stormy days and silent cries, She saw the world within his eyes. When the world was cold and far too wide, He found warmth where her love would reside. Now he's grown, with battles to fight, But in her dreams, he sleeps each night. Still the prince in every rhyme, Unaged by wounds, untouched by time. So call him strong, call him wise, But she still sees him through mother’s eyes— A boy with laughter on his face, Who gave her heart its softest place.