against my finger
Wide blue eyes no longer cry, but hide, tired,
beneath gold-auburn lashes
As eager lips slurp nourishment
cleft chin pressed against my breast
Precious baby boy!
his mother's joy, his father's pride
Daddy's eyes and mama's hair -
two souls mingled, manifested in his little life.
The wild world waits to be explored:
ideas, places, so much more for him to know -
For me to help him learn
to help him grow, strong and bold, wise and kind
But, for now, he sighs, and falls asleep
well-fed, content, secure
Sure of all he needs right now:
wrapped up in lavish love.
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