Kai, my sensitive son.
An old soul.
So much to teach.
My son
Intelligent, quick witted,
cheeky too.
At times I will dispare,
what to do.
My son.
My son.
Whom makes my heart burst with joy.
My son, my only boy.
Inquisitive looks,
lust for life.
My son.
This little man of mine,
could not be more precious
were he made of gold.
My son
I steal into his room at night,
to watch him sleep.
Lent to me by god.
Mine for a while to keep.
My son.
Oh there is nothing better than the love between a mother and a son. Nicell done. enjoyed the read. May your heart be filled with peace and joy. Scott
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It's despair though hunni xoxo