Looking into your eyes
I see innocence that only a baby could have
My little man
Gazing in awe of you
I smell your scent that reminds me of My baby boy
My dearest heart
Holding you to my Chest
I feel maternal instincts tugging at my heart strings
Love of my Life
Regretting separation
I urge my grasp to yield my bundle to mother's arms
Precious Grandson
Crackwalker (c) 2006
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