letters

Son,

When I look at your face, I can only smile. You come to me as a ray of sunshine in a dark, dark world, like a faint hope in an otherwise forlorn existence, like a lilting melody breeching an ocean of silence, like playfulness in my desolate life. I need to take only one look at your face to forget the pains i was endowed, one unconscious turn of your head makes my heart gay and light. When your hand closes around my finger in your sleep, I shed a happy tear, the sound of your breath lulls me to sleep. When you cry because I am hurt, I have known love; in your naughty moments I have known innocence, in your naivety I have known childhood again.

I Love You,

Mom