PoeticBiscuit

Sweet Child, Slow down.

I wanted you to grow so fast,

Impatient for your first words,

These milestones flying by,

That thought is now absurd.

 

Time slow down I beg of you,

Let me savor these moments,

His tiny toes and button nose,

Will be big before we know it.

 

With every first there is a last,

Yet I thought that I was ready,

With every inch this baby gains,

My aching chest grows heavy.

 

Oh my sweet little boy,

I wish you’d stay like this forever.

The way your head fits my chest,

I swear there is nothing better.