My Baby

I've always loved you best
Because endings are usually sad, and you are such a joy!

You accepted the milk-stained bibs, the old bed,
and the baby book with few, filled in pages.

I held you ever so tightly, for you see, you are the link
With a past, that gives reason for tomorrow.

You darken my hair, quicken my steps
Square my shoulders, restore my vision.

You give my days the joy that comes from humor.
You're the security that maturity or endurity can't give.

When your hair turns the color of fallen snow
You will still be "The Baby"

I've always loved you best.

Mom