Shielding Him
I look into his baby blue eyes,
A young man now standing before me.
My heart sees a little boy
To protect.
Shielding him from the cross I carry,
The pain of losing one of my babies,
Living my remaining days
In honour of those left behind.
Shielding him,
Protecting him
From life’s unexpected twist of fate.
Shielding him,
Like a mama bear,
Fiercely holding on.
Pointing to the rainbows,
To the pot of gold.
Shielding him
With love.
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