I yearn to stand
and coorie him
kiss his milk full cheek
smell his untarnished skin
feel when I held his father too
I yearn to stand
and comfort him to sleep
and sing the songs that
Grannies have aye sung
the stories of our past
Yet gratitude fills my heart
when we celebrate
our precious boy
and experience the joy
he brings us all
And in a deep corner
of my heart I’m sad
that I need to sit
the watcher from the chair
trying to hide her grief
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