I woke to the sound of my son
snoring in the lounge
I had fallen asleep watching t.v
he had made himself comfortable
on the other coach
it was a joy to see him home
just for the night
then like all mothers do
I snuck closer to see how he was
he was fast asleep....so grown up is my son
I lay my hand on his forehead...smiled as he slept
then proceeded to do what I do best
Slobbered him a motherly kiss...sigh
just like I use to when he was a kid
then attack....the cuddler attacks...GRINS
all I can hear is a muffled voice say...
Awww mum....he smiles...I love you mum
I smile back...I love you too son....can't stop smiling
it made my day to see him again....yes indeed
best start to any day....sigh
I see all the colors of affection on a white canvas of this lovely poem..........10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hello poet Kaila. What a wonderful glimpse into a special moment that money cannot buy and time cannot erase. I enjoyed, Loyd