When you were born, I mourned the loss of you.
Hand on my soft, empty belly, I longed
to feel you move inside me,
and cried when I knew I never would again.
Phantom kicks and flutters
made me miss you even more.
Now, a year later, you cry when I leave the room,
you fall asleep faster the tighter I hold you,
have kisses only for me.
And I wonder if you don’t miss me too.
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But I am glad you are here. I am so very, very glad you are here. Now that I know you, I don’t think I could live a day without you. There is so much you have changed in me—too much to broadcast in a blog. I’ll save those details for a letter only you will see.
I will just say that right away I knew that I must have done something to make God happy. I don’t know how else to explain you.
I love you, Carson.
-Mom
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
Happy Birthday, Poki
Posted by Pokolodi at 4:14 PM
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"Every blade of grass has its own little angel that bends down and whispers, grow...grow." Carson, we wish you the happiest of all birthdays. Thanks for letting us be a part of this past year. There'll be many more where that came from! (Because whether you like it or not - you're stuck with us.) You really are a "beautiful boy," and we love you.
-The Adams clan
(Mom - beautiful video, beautiful poem, beautiful beautiful beautiful boy...congrats on his first birthday. We love you guys.)
Happy Birthday, Carson/Poki/Chunky Monkey Legs...hopefully one day you'll know how lucky you are (just like your mom and dad know how lucky they are). We love you! Aunt La-La, Crazy Uncle Tom, Sam, Liz and Hazel (woof!)
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