by January 17, 2015 updated on
Mother and child have such a special bond, an irrevocable relation that starts on a beautiful note and blossoms with time. The Champa Tree revisits an older post- Psalm for my son to once again share a gorgeous motherhood thought, thereby sending out a gentle reminder to all the mothers out there to hold their babies tight.
As you will grow old, I will grow old too.
There will be times when I will imagine holding you tight, so tight that I would get scared of having pressed you so hard.
I will try to find a piece of myself in you, the entire you inside me maybe. Just that then you might not mold and flow back into me.
I shall handle that too my son cause you gave me a meaning to live for and to die for.
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