I knew I loved you long before
You made it to this world
You are all I ever dreamt of
And more than I possibly could
Your birth was not the glory
They write about in books
It was difficult and so blurry
I cannot recall our first look
But the stabbing pain and ache
When they were whisking you away
Now that I felt so clearly
It haunts me to this day
It would be two long days
Before we were reunited
Four long days again
To hold you and feel excited
That day you were carefully placed
In my deeply longing arms
Your big blue eyes met mine
And my heart began to melt
You had a cheeky glint
Sparkling in your eyes
A preview at your humour
That continues to delight and surprise
Although the years will tell me
You are eight years old right now
My Mumma heart still sees
A baby boy somehow
I reach to scoop you up
Cradle you in my arms
Your long and lanky legs
Dangling above the ground
Your gorgeous, round full cheeks
Begging for a kiss
Your arms around my neck
Has always been my bliss
I have whispered in your ear
Every night since that grand day
I love you my sweet boy
And by your side is where I’ll stay
I sit here now and gaze across
To see the beginnings of a man
My baby boy is growing up
He is becoming all he can
Happy, happy birthday
My amazing incredible son
It is an honour and a privilege
For me to be your Mum

Sweet tribute for your son. Beautiful photo that captures his spirit! Your poetry is amazing!
Debbie thanks for reading and enjoying my poetic voice. I adore this photo of him too.
Beautiful! You really can’t fully comprehend a mother’s love until you are a mother yourself.
Oh yes Mo, so so true.
Parenting has triggered a tremendous period of self discovery, reflection and deep, deep gratitude.