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You cry,

I hear you.

My heart weeps for you.

For I cannot hold you.

You haven't slept yet,

and you cry.

You want out,

your crib is like a cage,

and you want to break free.

So you cry.

To hear you cry,

fills me with sorrow,

knowing that I am powerless,

to stop your tears.

You've grown to me,

reaching for me,

and calling me MomMom.

Words I've gotten used to,

although you're not really my son.

But I think of you,

as my son.

I miss you when I leave,

thinking of you,

and wondering what you are doing.

Wondering if someone is playing with you,

or if you are just crying.

Wondering if you miss me,

your MomMom,

and missing the UpUP game,

as much as I do.

I watch you walk around,

with your bottle and blankie.

I watch you grow,

and my heart grows.

It fills with love.

You've taught me how to love,

in a way only a child can teach,

and I love you,

just the same.



~*~ Jill ~*~