Reaching down to kiss the little face that peered back at her,
She gently held his hand
She knew these moments were so fleeting,
that time would not stand still.
She would take another glance at him just to memorize his face.
Tomorrow he would be different still
because that’s what time did to all.
It changes us. It changes them. Then, one day we all are gone.
So just for now as she kissed him goodnight,
She’d remember now. His look. His sweet baby smell.
And when he was grown into a young man,
She’d keep the home light on.
He’d always have home.
She’d see to that. He was her son, afterall.
Her stars and her moon. Her sweet, little child.
No one could take that love away.