A Baby For Life, You Always Will Be.
For My Son, 23 But Still My Precious Baby.
It rained the day you were born, cool showers in the morning.
You where not due today, but impatient as ever, you arrived early.
A baby elephant was born in the zoo, I overlooked the event whilst I was having you.
At 8lb 4oz you where quite a weight, natural childbirth, I was happy to meet you.
Cry as you did,you did not hinder my joy, for once those eyes opened all memories of pain fled away.
Blond hair and perfect blue eyes, those lungs of yours sang in praise of birth.
"You have a live one here", the midwife said, oh how correct she was in the end.
Never did sleep, never closed an eye, but those smiles could melt the coldest of hearts.
First day at school I remember it well, so cute in your uniform, grey and blue.
A proper little man standing waiting for the school bus, I wanted tears, but there was none.
Full of confidence far advanced in years, you waved and smiled from the back seat.
I could still smell you on my gloves, and went home alone, to bake you a treat.
Teenage years, they where a laugh. So much trouble you got into and all I expected was a grazed knee.
You challenged me my son, took me to the limit. But I never once turned my back on you.
Those precious moments when we hugged, late at night, no friends watching. The TV on watching a film,
Laughing, crying and just sitting still. How I miss those days now that you have grown.
Grown into a man with a child of your own.
For once Rebecca came along I knew I would lose you, not jealous of course, but still feel the pain.
Now Callum has been born, and I love him just the same.
Blond hair, blue eyes and such a handsome child. Such precious life to nurture.
Although my neediness is far greater than yours, you will always be my baby,
For life and evermore.
My darling son Craig, a mother's love never falters.
I will always be in your life, a mother to you and a nanny to Callum.
I will always be there even in spirit, my babies to care for are more than just a habit.
Friendship and Guidance
Wayne Brown, WillStar, Sofs, Mrs J.B, b. Malin, No-Clue, bobbirant, I write in awe of you all. Thank you so much for all your poetic advice. I am still one of your trainees and so happy to allow you all to be the teacher.
To all my HubPages followers, each an everyone of you aspire me to continue writing, thank you all so much.
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