Poetry Four

 

 

 

His hair is brown, his eyes are the same. His laughter rings out through the rooms, He is the sunshine from the sky above, he fills me with such deep abiding love. He is learning more everyday. He yearns to be an adult and offer his feelings and emotions. He is my son, I bore him from within a mere 12 yrs ago. What a blessed event that was. He is my rock, when I am down he gives me the strength to move on. He tells me funny stories and makes me laugh. He is the light, when he isn’t with me the world seems so dark. He will grow one day and be on his own. The memories he will have given me will be the greatest treasure indeed. He is a strong young man, I am so proud to call him my own.