There is a little man Staring at me, Cradled in my arms, With eyes so wide It is as if They could hold All my stars.
And yet, to him, I am the universe; All the darkness Folding gently Around his innocence.
And in this galaxy I will hold His hands forever, Cloaking these tiny fingers In the astral winds Of memory.
Always, my little man, Clutched to the shores Of my skin, Forever sheltered by The indestructible force that Once born, Cannot be undone; A gravity of love between A mother and her son.
Written for my son when he was a tiny baby. How he has grown; yet, I feel the same <3