Little boy born
your head a perfect dream,
your hair so soft and gold –
I make my amends at your stroller side
for pain before endured.
I kiss away the darkness that came without solace
and press your small body near.
Little boy of mine
good fortune comes
hard won and not without trial.
Love is everlasting, but never free
of the hardships that make a person appreciate
in the full of its glory.
Little child I adore
the smell of your skin
and the movement of your eyes.
I will do my best by you
and God willing, my best
I will not be denied.
Copyright © 2004 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “Boston Poetry Magazine”
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