Dear son

How do you want me

To recollect those joyous

moments when I cradled

Your fragile body in my arms

the twinkle in your eyes

Gleaming with purity of soul

my vision going blurred with

tears rolling down my face

the angelic expression sat

Steadily on to your face

I kept caressing your hair

and my heart yearning to embrace

You again and again wondered

If you are me or I am you

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