I wrote a poem for my son years ago when he was just a little boy. This is a story of dreaming big dreams, adventures and buried treasure and yet still wishing to be safe in a mothers arms.
Its been a tough week. My son just lost his grandmother and we lost a family friend. I wish he’d still let me wrap him up in my arms to protect him from the world. He’s becoming a young man. Twelve years old, we had to buy his first round of Clearasil today, and we’re preparing to go to his Nona’s wake and funeral tomorrow. It made me think of that poem I wrote so long ago for my baby boy.
I’m still trying to locate the actual poem. I do believe its buried in the depths of an old laptop. But I was lucky enough to find this video I posted about two years ago. I may remake this video. It would be fun. I would love to have this book illustrated and someday published. However, I do believe that may be another one of my pipe dreams. Please, enjoy and share with your family, leave a comment below and let me know what you thought. Thanks so much.
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That was beautiful,..glad your all staying strong..its the best way
Really nice!!! You should publish a book!