I have my little boy back
to cuddle though he is taller
than me; when Hendrik told
him that though he is twenty-
eight years old and six foot
ten, his mother still cuddles
him, Tiaan listened
Now he understands that he
will be my baby for evermore,
doesn’t matter how old he is,
accepts his good night kiss
and his mother’s embrace –
isn’t it great, I shall always
enjoy having a son
He might have to seek his
freedom like Hendrik did,
but if he can turn away after
looking into wild danger and
choose his values himself, I
shall know his life is built on
a rock - I believe
He is safe in a cocoon
of faith …
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