My Son

To Dave and Amy... My son awakens in the morning. He is welcomed to the new day... By arms That are not mine.

My son cries from hunger. He is fed & nourished... By hands That are not mine. My son is tired. He is rocked to sleep ... By hands That are not mine. My son is wet. He is changed... By hands That are not mine. My son is laughing. He is amused by a toy that is held... By hands That are not mine. My son cries & then feels loved. He is held & comforted... By arms That are not mine. I miss & long for my son. But I am so unspeakably thankful For arms... & hands... That are not mine.