This is Steven my 5th born child. He certainly kept me busy. He was more time consuming than my twins were! Steven was a delight and came to us after much trial and tribulation. My twins were born September 9, 1977 and Steven was born January 2, 1982 between those two dates I had three miscarriages and Jami died one of the miscarriages came just two weeks after Jami died. Steven was just a little squirt but he was bouncing with energy He crawled at five months and was into everything my eyes had to continually be on him he was fearless! He was a very sweet boy and loving. The years passed by so quickly when he turned 8 and was baptised I realized before I knew it he would be grown and on his own so I wrote something for him reflecting my feelings : Baby boy wrapped in blue, safely held in loving arms.
Just a memory now, you left my arms for children play. Outgrew their use as a cradle but return for an embrace now and then.The days like pages swiftly read pass on and soon you will be a man.Yet how safe you were in my arms how satisfied.
Never would I choose you to enter harm way, I’ve Always kept you secure.Yet to become a man you must leave not only my breast,but also your child’s play.You must enter waters deeper than your wading pool,realize guns are real. Know war does not end, when I call you in for lunch. My apron strings are not long enough to keep you sheltered in your world.
Take courage my son. My arms are outstretched to you. Perhaps they won’t insure safety, just comfort, a brief sanctuary, and an affirmation of love. As I thought before I knew it he was a man and now he is married and has a wife and a little girl of his own... but I shall always remember my little boy.
Just a memory now, you left my arms for children play. Outgrew their use as a cradle but return for an embrace now and then.The days like pages swiftly read pass on and soon you will be a man.Yet how safe you were in my arms how satisfied.
Never would I choose you to enter harm way, I’ve Always kept you secure.Yet to become a man you must leave not only my breast,but also your child’s play.You must enter waters deeper than your wading pool,realize guns are real. Know war does not end, when I call you in for lunch. My apron strings are not long enough to keep you sheltered in your world.
Take courage my son. My arms are outstretched to you. Perhaps they won’t insure safety, just comfort, a brief sanctuary, and an affirmation of love. As I thought before I knew it he was a man and now he is married and has a wife and a little girl of his own... but I shall always remember my little boy.





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I love how you are writing posts about all us kids. I love you Mommy!
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