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A MOTHER WHISPERS TO HER SON
A mother whispers to her son…
“I remember our first night together…as I wiped away a tear…
thinking how…only a day ago…you weren’t even here.
Thinking back on how…exactly…this moment came to be…
wondering how someone as beautiful as you…
began your life inside of me.
Asking myself as I hold you…looking down on you from up above…
is it possible…is it even conceivable…to so quickly fall in love?
When I felt the softness of your skin…the roundness of your head…
Your ears…your nose…your mouth…I had to stop myself from weeping…
as…for the first time in both our lives…I watched you, my baby, sleeping.
I remember thinking to myself…is there anything more beautiful…
more heavenly…more innocent…more sweet…
and then you moved his little hands…and kicked your little feet.
I put my hand upon your chest to calm you…and there I let it linger…
soon your entire little baby hand had found its way around my finger.
And as you held on to my finger…I found myself hoping you’ll never let it go…
wishing this moment could last forever…yet…knowing you will grow…
Knowing there will come a day…when I can no longer hold you in my arms.
Knowing I will do my best to keep you safe from sorrow and from harm…
But I was not sad or worried at that moment…as I held you and stared at you from up above…because…as inconceivable as it sounds…at that moment…I understood a mother’s love…
I understood it on the day you were born…yes…even way back then…
how each day…
as you grows a little older…
I…will fall in love…again.”
Copyright ©
Jim Yerman
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