Before your
conception, you danced deep in my mind,
As an idea & a
plan, I held you close, for us to tight bind,
And then in my
womb & for nine months, you I had held,
Blood, bone &
soul, with a heartbeat to name & to meld.
In my arms you
were placed, where I held you so safe,
You filled my emptiness,
where the world used to chafe,
And I promised to hold
you through all life´s thick & thin,
When you ran to my
arms, with tears running down chin.
Then when you stumbled
& fell, I just held you some more,
Even when you grew
to a man & you walked out the door,
And when you were gone,
to fields far scattered & wide,
I still held you tight
in my heart son, so deep down inside.
Now I am old &
my time on this earth is soon duly done,
There´s one thing I
want from you, my own precious son,
Please hold me close
to you now, as I leave this old earth,
Just as I held you
to me, long, long before your sweet birth.
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