This is a poem I wrote for my sons father about three years after we stopped seeing each other. Even though we have both moved on I still have a special place in my heart for him and my gorgeous son reminds me of him and his wonderful qualities everyday.
You are alive in my precious boys eyes
When I caress his cheek it's your skin I feel
When my lips brush his ears - I'm whispering to you,
"I love you my darling ... and Jehovah loves you too"
Your smile is warm, when he laughs at my jokes
You are him - He is you
I embrace both