Sunday, January 27, 2013

A Prayer for My Unborn Son



The world stands still in a silent little intermission; an anticipating calm. Together we wait for the miracle of your life; the heartbeats that have blossomed from my very soul. My life is no longer mine, your life completely yours.  My dreams no longer matter being weighed against your own. The dreams that are yet speckled butterflies in the horizon, fluttering softly in a wait for you to chase them into the palms of your precious hands.

May the world unwrap with love on every path you take, and may you always have a shoulder to lean on. May God grant you with the capacity to love others enough to bear with their flaws. May you become a man of your word, and a man of honor. May you always know how to respect a woman and in return earn her own. May you forever be a believer in God and never go astray. May you have passion in your heart and wisdom in your soul... And may you love me as much as I love you.

You will be okay my love…

You’ll be okay as long as you know that your self-image should be a portrait of your own making, and your self-respect a product of your virtue; your own reaching.
You will be okay as long as you find the balance between loving life and knowing it isn’t meant to last.
You will be okay as long as -waking up every morning- you’ll find a reason to make you hum a lullaby or have a smile on your face
You’ll be okay as long as you never forget your prayers; the little gateway to the mysterious and magnificent divine.

Good night and see you soon…

Mom