Golden Boy Poem by Kresta Farr

I pinch myself,
It's not a dream,
This little bundle in my arms,
He's real,
He's mine,
My golden boy,
The fighter,
He held on,
Through all the tears,
The hurt and pain,
This little gift emerged,
He changed my life,
He changed my world,
He survived when they said he wouldn't
Although the years go by so quick,
I still stand by his bed and smile,
Sometimes I can't believe he's mine,
My little golden boy,
I hold him tight,
I kiss his head,
I nurse him when he's ill,
The only gift I ever wished for,
Is here before my eyes,
I watch him breathe,
I watch him sleep,
I watch him play and grow,
He looks to me for guidance,
He waves and beams and smiles,
I hope he knows how much he means,
He is so special,
I love him so,
He comes running in the dog in tow,
Covered in mud and mess,
Makes so much noise,
And laughs so much,
Each day he makes me proud,
My golden boy,
My number one,
The light from within the darkness.