making their beautiful and poetic separation from their parent
and I can think of nothing but the softness of your skin
and the way your tiny lips pucker when I've kissed you one time too many
I know one day you'll grown and leave this nest
but for now, I enjoy the expressions that cross your face
barely registering because your eyebrows are still forming
there will come a time when you're too big for mommy to hold
but I've fallen in love with the way your precious toes separate when I feed you
and my heart grows an extra chamber to store my love for you whenever you open those beautiful eyes
and your look spells out. . .
Mama, I Love you
I know I'm raising you to be a man
but can't you be my baby forever?
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