SON
 
I remember your tiny hands,
Your soft delicate skin that I loved to caress.
To hold you meant everything.
Loved when you slept on my belly.

A touched memory of love
That inspired wings to fly.
Son you continue to inspire me.
the love so dear.

the man you have become,
Makes my heart swell with love.
I am the proudest of moms.
You are a strong inspiration.

I remember your grad.
Your date was so beautiful.
My eyes swelled with tears.
My oldest and special son.

Now you are an adult and on your own.
I see character and am proud.
I remember reading you to sleep,
Just running my hands over soft skin.

From baby to man, you inspire.
A touched memory of love
That inspired wings to fly.

DOC DYR
BRENDA
GIFT OF A CHILD

By doc_dyr

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