Seeing him; my child, my son
Steals my breath away
He moves; and I come undone
Whimpers; and I sway

Tiny fingers, hands and toes
Father, hear my plea;
I wish I could hold him close
But it can never be

I wish that I could see you grow
Protect all that you are
Iíll give my life for you, although
Iíll do it from afar

6/1 2015