Want to bottle this feeling, burn it into my skin, inhale it into my being
- my son's love for me.
Want to cuddle him close, his head tucked under my chin
- no one can hurt him.
Want to watch him run fast and free, almost tripping over his feet
- revelling in his joy.
Want to show him everything, follow each curiosity
- sharing his discoveries.
Want to sneak into his room at night, watch him breathe
- envying his peace.
Want to climb to the rooftop of my building and scream for all to hear
- I am mamma, hear me roar!
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Drunk on Mamahood
Submitted by liesl at Wednesday, March 11, 2009
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