Baby Boy Poem by michele kostelnik

Never will I hold my little son
again or see him frolic in his
playpen.
My heart had many tears but
at night they fell on angels ears.
He is now a big tall man.
His eyes sparkel of cyan.
Empty are my old arms
missing all his sweet charms.
Hold your child against your breast.
Kiss his cheek-feel his warmth-smell his fresh
breath.
Now, you have passed the Mother's
test.........