Son
Every night I have him by my side; he hugs me and leans towards me. I can feel the heat of his body and smell his milky sweat. I want to treasure these days, the nights, our little walks, our little talks.
I love his little hands with his fast fingers that get into my plate, overturn the cup, sweep the floor dust, those hands that hug me just like that, in the middle of a small game that he has with his puzzle mat.
I love his little kisses and the little bites.
I love the excitement in his voice when he just wakes up and his beautiful heart-warming smile.
You are my son, my first born, my treasure and my joy.
Every night I have him by my side; he hugs me and leans towards me. I can feel the heat of his body and smell his milky sweat. I want to treasure these days, the nights, our little walks, our little talks.
I love his little hands with his fast fingers that get into my plate, overturn the cup, sweep the floor dust, those hands that hug me just like that, in the middle of a small game that he has with his puzzle mat.
I love his little kisses and the little bites.
I love the excitement in his voice when he just wakes up and his beautiful heart-warming smile.
You are my son, my first born, my treasure and my joy.
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