Late night conversations ringing through the quiet hallways. Giggles, so many giggles. Sleepy little blue eyes. Mama is gonna fall off the bed. "I'll hold you." Baby boy holding onto mama so she doesn’t fall off the twin size bed. Begging her not to leave. If he could only stay this way forever. Being happy and content with the simple things, like just being able to lay next to mama As she kisses little pale plump cheeks. He won't sleep in his room alone. So mama lays close until the little eyes close and the breathing gets steady. She quietly slips away from little strong arms Tucks him in Kisses him good night And finds comfort in her own bed to retreat away from the exhaustion of another day. If only he knew, I was the one holding onto him, not wanting to let go, all these little moments I'll never get back.
