LOVING ARRYA

Each day a flower blooms in me

Of care, of joy, of love

Of tender feelings for a baby

Warming, as in winter by a glove

Even when I'm busy as a bee

I know its there

Ever growing, ever stronger in its being

Ever tugging at my heart strings

The bliss of having, loving and enjoying

A little boy so amazing.

Arrya makes my life worth living.

He is daddy's little boy
He is mummy's biggest joy

His laugh, his cry, his every sound

Means that happiness has come round

Lifting the spirit

To fighting fit
To bear hurts and pains

and the many strains

Of living, being and surviving.

Arrya keeps my heart singing.

This breast is soothed; this brow is smoothed

No longer restless; never again listless.

I am calm, charmed by his winning smiles

his innocent wiles

the sparkle in his mischiveous eyes

the gurgles and the little sighs.

I know now where I am going

I know now what I am doing.

Arrya gives my life meaning.