Mother & Son

SompsinContemplative

Baby Born to be held in his Mother's bossom A bright boy held by her close Crawling and crying and cradling And Mother said I love you, my son

Toddler Walking, running and jumping Full of energy Mother, please don't hold my hand And Mother said I love you, my son

Teen Screaming, Shouting, running away from mother Gone away from Mother's arms I hate you And Mother said I love you, my son

Adult Standing tall in suit and tie Budded roses rosey and red Final goodbyes are said and done Thank you mother I love you he said And once more Mother said I will always love you, my son

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