| Holding you close, feeling your warmth on my chest creating the bond that will never be broken- waiting with deference and patience the word that so want to hear- the word that speaks from your heart to mine, Mama is a sacred word between you and me, one that will never be dishonored or tarnished I am tied to you with every ounce of my being, a bond that will never die, I wish I could tell you how much I love you with your little Lowrance stare- Your brown eyes tell a story of tales yet to be written, and your little rosebud mouth expresses so much in a language we are just now beginning to understand |