Echos of silence
Dreams of clouds with memories rainbows
Sheets of warmth
Small..yet firm...
My Son
A tremble..one or two
Squirming, how cute his toes are
A tuff of red hair pulled to the back
His small stubbed shell peaking through the blankets
My Son
A plush yoshi doll by his side
Small breaths sounding
His snout dripping a bit
Tissue softly taking away the wetness
My Son
Dimming the lights
Covering his toes, rubbing his head
Small spikes are growing
A small laugh followed by a sigh
My Son
Turn around, walking towards the door
Sniffling, soft cries
I turn back...oceanic orbs looking up
Wet with tears, pursed lips trembling
My Son
I gently pick him up
Cradling in my arms
Small adorable smile spread across his face
Small hands pressing against my chest
My Son
I sit down on the rocking chair
Singing a soft lullaby
His eyes droop, his body pressed closer to mine
Pride in my heart, passion in my soul
Small, Fragile little koopa
Snoring again, in dreams
How much i adore thee Bowser
How much I love you
My Son