arms to hold

He is two years of age.

No longer does his body curl up like a round ball in my arms.

And I watch this new one

Wrapped in this pink and white striped gown,

Her deep auburn strands shining in the window light,

And I think, I need to enjoy it;

Every moment that I have.

Because he won't let me do this anymore.

He barely pauses for a hug,

One long enough to satisfy my aching heart.

Our time is so precious

It is truly a gift.

Thank You, Lord

Thank You for this gift

Life and love and happiness is mine.

I don't deserve it.

Help this momma,

My mind to calm

And my heart to feel,

My arms to hold 

And love.

All that You've given

With all that I am.