MY BABY BOY AND ME
It's three A.M., they're all asleep,
And no one's here to see
As we rock slowly back and forth
My baby boy and me.
His little head is feather- light
Tucked up against my chin.
I hold his tiny hand in mine
And stroke his baby skin.
The old apartment house about us creaks and groans,
The clock hands creep around.
He snuggles close to me still
And makes his baby sounds.
I love those quiet hours so much
And cherish every one.
Store memories within my heart
For lonely nights to come.
All to soon he'll be grown up
His need for me gone.
But until then I still have time
For kisses and for song.
Time for quiet hours like this
With him cuddled in my arm,
Where I wish he'd always stay,
Protected, safe and warm.
And yet I know the day will come
When this tiny little hand
Will be much bigger than my own.
He'll grow to be a man.
But until then he's mine to love,
With no one here to see
As we rock slowly back and forth
My baby boy and me.
Poetic Lilly J. Emery (C)
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To all my readers you may see that their are grammar errors in my old writings, but these writing are from the80's, 90's ,2000's. I truly didn't think anyone was readying my work . so I just started writing out what I felt and made my pains a story and poems . I had re post these poems and stories all over the internet and I keep them also in file so no one can ever say my work is theirs . I have kept my work as they are just for others to see where it was I started my writing at . The pains are so real not even a game ,The life I had lived I would never wish upon no one . I like to say to all who are taking the steps for change in their life congratulations to the new open doors God bless you . You may have seen my photos on the internet and my writings on Poetry.com and poem hunter etc. you may have seen the hate that others have given to me about my work and my beauty of who I am . But as you can see I will never let the haters Stop me from doing what I love . So I say the same to all of you write your own words and let your heart speak to all your readers . I hope you can understand why I haven't made changes in my work at less not the old ones . My old work are left as they are for me to always remember where it all came from . God bless to all who reads . Lilly Emery / Judy Emery
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