A simple act of Kindness
A poem i wrote about:
He lay on my bed watching the Disney channel as always,I crept up beside him
laid my head on his pillow. He remained still nor did he acknowledge I was there. I felt him breathing, soft and sweet . . . like him. He did not seem to mind me
being right there so I snuggled closer just to feel him, just to touch to be a part
of this child my son. After a moment he turned to me, then reaching towards me he took his tattered blanket, and carefully tenderly laid it on me, tucked me in, as I had done to him, so many times.before. And I lay there with my tears and my son, together on the bed wrapped in a tattered blanket. There is joy in simple moments,
there is magic in the little things
My son
My life
1 comment:
That was very sweet! It took me back to a time when my oldest son, my middle child, was a toddler. I woke up one morning to find him laying right in front of my face, with his little head propped up in his hands, just watching me. I blinked my eyes open and just looked at him. He smiled, then grinned. I smiled back at him and he says, "G'moning Mommy." I'll never forget that!
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