my son (day 168)

eyes, deep chocolate brown,
longing to be seen.
lashes so long they sweep his face,
my beautiful son.

towering tall,
always so ready to grow,
still a boy, nearing a man;
his gentleness masks
all he feels.

i kiss him good night
as long as he lets me…
sleep tight.


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