Created in my image, awe of the unknown
With my love trusting in faithful sharing,
First nurtured by his mother’s love, a family
With a cry and his first demands, for life
Cradling, tenderly precious love, my gift
Like I didn’t know could be felt, in me
Holding my beloved for the first time.
Seeing my image becoming whole, growing
My heart aches with longing to protect
His disappointments belong to me too
Is hoped for as he embraces life, and spirit
Desiring what began with love, love finishes
To open my arms to him whenever he comes
Opening my arms to the heavens, today a prayer
This is my Beloved, every part of me loves him.
My kind son – Beloved