One touch,
a hand that caresses my face.
One heartbeat,
that beats with my own pace.
Only one can remove the scars,
and the tears that seem to fall.
A soft gentle sound,
of a mothers loving call.
No matter how old,
this lil' boy may grow.
In his heart,
he will always know.
That his mother is there,
to kiss the scar,
and send his pains,
to a distant star.
His mother is there,
to wipe the tears,
and with her touch,
erase all fears.
Her lil' man may grow older,
but this bond is kept close with love.
And no matter how low this lil' boy sinks,
this bond is forever above.
For a bond between a mother and son,
can be felt across the farrest land.
And that's why this love is sacred,
between a mother and her lil' man.
5/27/06