My Precious One
You are my precious child, my baby, my son.The first time I held you I knew you were the one.
I felt you grow inside me, nursed you, ran my fingers through your hair.
No matter what else happens in my life, nothing could compare.
I'll always be your "Mommy". No matter your age or how far you roam.
As long as I'm living, my house will be your home.
Don't ever think you owe me for anything I've done.
I would never trade a second of being blessed with such a wonderful son.
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