When he held my hand

My son is my reason for everything

My newborn held in my arms

I was so afraid

His eyes were wide and deep

I thought I might get lost in them

like bottomless bodies of water,

black with depth.

He seemed so fragile, 

One sneeze was sure to blow him away.

I held my breath, 

in hopes that a lack of air 

would keep him safer in my arms.

I finally let it out in a soft whisper

"Hi baby boy, I'm your mommy and I love you"

His arms were flailing 

he wiggled and stretched and pursed his lips

cooing happily in my arms, 

the fear was nearly unbearable.

I was getting anxious.

Searching the room for an escape.

I sat up, determined to put him down

when suddenly, his tiny hand

grasped mine with great force

holding it tightly as if he'd never let go.

And then I felt safe.

When he held my hand

Everything made sense and I knew exactly what to do.

Being a mom is a challenge

But every second is worth it with you.

Reviews

[Ishwar Grewal]

beautifully written..... This is indeed the best piece of writing explaining first love.... gorgeous..!! :)

[Cherry]

Thank you! I’m honored to be awarded beautifully written! And I’m happy you enjoyed

[angel]

Lovely. I remember that feeling when I had my son, too. Nicely said, dear one.

[Cherry]

Thank you :)

[Flowers of Eternity]

I love it!!! I felt the emotions you were feeling when you wrote this. This is such a lovely work..

[Cherry]

Thank you for reading my work :)

[Cherrie]

Beautiful, a very satisfying read.

[Cherry]

Thank you very much :)