Tête-à-Tête

Bloom like a flower my son,

Oh shine bright like a star!

Love like no one ever did

And happiness wouldn’t be far

Come; sit on my lap-cuddle in my arms

Let me hold you close to mine

Hey open a book, flip those pages

Let’s pretend we can read just fine

Climb on my back and I’ll be your pony

While you gaily entangle my hair

Hop, skip, jump and hurl your toys in air

And get utter rowdy as if we never cared

That tinkle in your voice, those twinkle in your eyes

You’re every word of my prayer granted

“MAMA” when you call, I feel with every trice

My existence has turned enchanted!