Just For You Poetry

Stephen

My sweetest child,
gifted from late found love;
this blue eyed boy with darling dark hair.
a little miracle sleeping in my arms,
he and i, no-one else to care.

I watched him
grow bigger every day,
first smile, first steps, first walk, and word.
Taking my hand playing in the park,
telling the first story he heard.

All grown up now
with children of his own
he works hard and is doing well,
honest and kind, thoughtful and true;
in pride he makes my heart swell.

The roles in our lives
are slowly changing now,
the hourglass has spent a lot of sand.
Now as we play with children in the park
he says “Here mum, take my hand”.

Stella Armour 2009-03-03
Revised 2015