A Collection of Poems

My Little Boy

He sleeps soundly at the foot of my bed,

All cuddled up in his soft ocean-blue blanket,

His charming nose, gracefully breathing in and out,

With eyes closed, in a dreamful sleep,

Soft fine brown hair like mine,

He sleeps without care,

Not knowing what the world holds for him,

He has his father's deep hazel eyes,

Always glowing and full of life,

He yawns,

This miracle I helped to create,

My son, my handsome little boy,

He'll be a great leader someday,

An heir to a title,

I pray that he won't grow up too fast,

He awakes, he stares, I smile,

He knows I'm his mother,

The one who loves and cares for him,

His eyes close once again,

What he does not know--is his legacy,

The one bequeath onto him,

I don't want to move, I could wake him,

His petite ears found hidden beneath his blanket,

Small, but lovingly heeds to all that surrounds him,

His arms are now outstretched, knowing not how far they will reach,

Revealing his tiny fingers, so fragile and delicate,

I pick him up, and I hold him close,

He will forever be,

My little boy!