Rachel Blackmon

My Son

His belly is filled
As he lay at my breast
His silhouette rises and falls
He sighs and begins his rest
His life is for him to mold
His heart is for me to hold
My blessing is his presence
I lean forward to breathe in his essence
I never want to take him for granted
But I will, though I pray not for long
Then I may remember his song
I am the life that made yours whole
In eternity you will join my soul
Here on Earth I will make my mark
I am the tree and you my bark