My every moment with you,
from the day you were born to now;
my every moment, a memory
The sweet baby powder scent
and your silky soft hair
Between mother and son
an intimate affair of moments
and in each, a memory

My every moment with you, a memory
One day, I know you will leave me
to pursue your deepest dreams
and all my tears will be locked
in every moment, a memory
to remind me of your smiling eyes

© Priya ॐ, July 17

There is an endearing tenderness in the love of a mother to a son that transcends all other affections of the heart.

Washington Irving