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For My Son

For My Son

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Oh my little bub, the one I hold so dear,

Every day there is some magic that weaves the strings of our heart together,

Every day with you, ignites something magical in me,

Do you know that your tiny disposition contains all of me!


When you stare in awe with your little black eyes,

Those tiny little fingers explore and know where all the wonder in the world lies,

The folds of your soft skin, they hold my loving sight,

Watching you sleep and cuddling along is my favourite time.

It amazes me to see, what has become of me.

Our story time, learning things all nice and bright will add up to ‘our’ beautiful memories.


Innocent and perfect, you know that you are safe within my arms

Mumma will stand in the way of any harm

Every day my love for you grows,

And I hope in myriad ways that it shows,

I will do everything I can to make you feel,

That you will always mean the world to me!




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