Summer kissed days

Summer kissed days,

did I dream of this moment

when you were born. 

Pride swells within

for your accomplishments 

and your journey.

It is no longer the

days and years that I embroidered 

With delicate threads of love and knowledge

It is your hard work and vision.

I held you in my arms

and sang you lullabies 

I read you books of wars and peace

of cultures foreign 

and told you that we were all one,
connected. 

You were wide eyed
with an open heart and imagination 

with purpose and intention.
You grew into a man
that others admire
and I my dearest
can only sigh
and be thankful that you call me mom.