Your chubby hands curl around my leg when a stranger says ‘hello’ – you are weary of strangers and know mammy will always protect you ; it’s true sweet little boy mammy always will.
You declare your love for me a thousand times a day, some days I am too busy to appreciate it, to really appreciate your little voice saying “I love you mammy” – I promise my little boy
I will appreciate that more.
You beg to sit on my lap “just for a cuddle” you’ll say mid-climb. There’s always room for you, my last little boy.
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