My son, my firstborn
My boy.
Soon he leaves my nest
Oh, he has been stepping out for days, now
But the pillow that cradles his head at night
is still in my house.
This child, this precious gift from God
Has brought me so much joy
Out of the pain of loss
He has gained strength and maturity
Stepping bit by bit into
the responsibility offered
he has gained the trust of family and friends
Off he goes
With fight and fire in his soul
He will take on giants
He will slay the dragons
He will change the world
And he will always keep my heart.
that is a great photo! they are so beautiful.
ReplyDeleteand lovely poem too. . .esp. the part about the pillow at night.