Once I was alone and carefree. It was just me and I was happy
I cared about nothing, I cared about no one
Now there is a piece of me, an extension.
Having a son is about unconditional love.
That love is pain as I watch him grow.
I see a bright beautiful smile, so innocent it tears me up inside.
All he knows is our love; with open arms he wants a hug.
He falls down and bumps his little head, or scrapes a tiny knee and I cry for him.
I fear for his well-being with the anger and hatred of this world; the death and pain.
I only want him to see happiness, joy and love.
I cannot stop his Pain.
I hug him fierce and give him much love, but I see his smile fading someday.
As strife and anger take it all away.
I cry for his biggest most beautiful smile
My sweet love forever.
My Child.
(C) Theresa Jacobs 2016
