Momma's little man...
every morning as i wake
my love for you grows
as winter approaches
the rain turns to snow
I go to your room
and my breath catches
peacefully sleeping
my memory snatches
the sight of my baby
as perfect as it gets
the pictures i take of you
developed in duplicate sets
you are my world
i can only love you more
and giggle to myself
as i watch you gently snore
you love me absolutely
as only a child can
you will always be
momma's little man.
A.Boudreaux 2006
