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Happiness I have carried you closer than I ever will again.
Sang to you before I was even sure you'd hear me.
And told you my deepest darkest fears and secrets,
Without worrying that you might judge.
I have rocked you longer than my energy would allow.
And known your ways before I ever saw your face.
I have felt your touch, before you were ever aware you had one,
And known your smile in the quietest corners of my dreams.
9 months of discomfort, a mere stepping stone to the years of
Happiness that are sure to follow.
And seeing your eyes, the same color as mine,
Watching you laugh at the oddest amusement,
Trying to look at the world, as you do,
With new eyes and awe,
Gives me hope for tomorrow.
The true meaning of life, new clear to me.
Thank you, son, you don't know it yet,
But you have made me complete.
Toni, I don't know that these are the "right" words--whatever those may be--but these ones are so beautiful. I would be proud to have so thoughtful and eloquent a mother. The little contradictions in this poem are so perfectly placed and perfectly worded. I love the part about singing to him before you were sure that he could hear you, and rocking him more than your energy would allow. His poem is so dated. He'll have this forever and be able to recall how loving, how absolutely devoted you are and were. Really, don't doubt that this is a wonderful poem. It's one of my favorites now. Thanks again, chica.
I think that you came up with the perfect words for your son...
The little bugger has a good home
I am teary eyed. I love him too, I may not be his mother, but I can't imagine life with out him.