My Son

I prepped the room for your arrival Knowing soon a call was near I ached you didn’t fight for survival The door opened and your laugh I hear A small little hand reached to touch my arm You looked up and I saw your smile I hoped you hadn’t gone through harm I knew the wait had been worthwhile I created a space to keep you safe A place to grow have fun and play Difficult to understand that you came to me in waif Thankful to God I prayed you’d stay Forever my sweet boy you are to me Your Mommy I am blessed to be