My Son

So precious,
To hold in my arms.
Every breath,
Very crucial to your life.
Enjoying your presence,
Never wanting it to end.
Always making memories,
Never taking seconds for granted.
Together we bond,
Holding each other close to heart.
Overprotective over your feelings,
Never letting you get hurt.
Years go by as you grow,
Happy to see the path you are taking.
Always holding your head up high,
Dedicated to your hopes and dreams.
Doing the best you can at life,
Overcoming many obstacles.
Xylophones are like your words of love,
Just music to my ears.
Understanding each other’s views,
Never jumping to conclusion.
I dream of your future,
Only for you to succeed.
Remembering the reasons why I love you.

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