My Son

Wake me up... every day

A shiny face ... a loudy way

Wake me up ... little boy

A laugh of yours .... full of joy

The little fingers on my lips

Pushing a smile ... or a kiss

A hunger shouts from the eyes

To hug and cuddle from the rise

In words and giggles we survive

We gather the minutes and thrive

Pulling the covers away from me

Give me strenghth like a little bee

We counted a couple ... from the years

Forever to go ... in health and peace