Cannot forget the day, January 19th,
Can still recall the pain,
Everything I dealt with,
But when I saw you smile I just melted
I love you so much my son,
You are my greatest wealth.

Four years passed and you're growing up
To be a great man,
Oh just like your Pop.
Though sometimes I just wanted
To hold you in my lap,
And whisper words like
"Honey, never grow up".

Another four years
And maybe you'll forget about this
Cake eaten, balloons popped, opened unwanted gifts,
No matter, I will always remind you this:
"I love you Hari"
And say it with a kiss.



© Leigh Herondale  *January 2015