How Beautiful It Is



I became the boy who would sit every night
Listen to stories whispered, by a warming heart
The envy of a love, pulled until the strings came apart
Beneath the fibres sewn, by a machine, needled long
A face once was covered by strands to resemble fur
With button eyes, dark as coal, a nose that curled
Escaped from a prison, holding life, to a teddy bear hug
Most of the day, left on a chair waiting for the time to arrive
A tale told, with mothers voice, embraced in her arms
The want to have, is far greater than death
For the desire to want, drives the will to live
So says love above all else

I became the boy who would sit every night
Listen to stories whispered, by a warming heart
From a dream I was born as a toy
Would I, fall into the hands of a loved boy?
Cozy bed with Winnie-the-Poo covers
The spot, that is only reserve for mother
She reads a story a night, momma does
When she’s finished, her eyes shows a love
Her little cub, all tucked into bed
Ending with a prayer
How beautiful it is
The love between a mother and child

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no pity….I’ve never had this. its cool. To all the moms and dads who read to your children. I Love and Respect You. 🙏➰❤️

14 thoughts on “How Beautiful It Is

  1. Your story is a beautiful tribute to all loving parents out there. Those moments we spend with the little ones are so very precious. Thank you for sharing your tender words, they were a pleasure to read.

  2. I am a mother to a now young adult son. The tears are flowing freely. Reading to him were beautiful moments in time and I thank you for taking me back with your beautiful work.

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