Stolen Kisses - Poem by Christopher Thomas
I steal kisses while you are sleeping
give you a little hug and stroke your head,
I whisper some words like, I love you son
then leave you snuggled up in your bed.
When you sleep, you look like your Mother
even down to the expressions on your face,
your Mother was beautiful, just like you are
now she sleeps in a very beautiful place.
You can’t imagine how much you are loved
by your Dad, your two Nannies and me,
maybe one day, when you are old enough
we’ll explain everything then, and you’ll see.
Until then son, you’ll want for nothing
you’re loved more than you’ll ever know,
I’ve got to get ready for work now though
but I’ll steal another kiss before I go.
I love you Shawn
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