Eagle, eagle
Graciously gliding in the sky.
How do you do it?
How do you live in the heavens,
when the earth is unto us bestowed?
Surely, your keen eyes can see
the delights that lurk below?
Ah, but to feel the wind beneath my wings
That is a story you humbly know.
For 9 months I carried you in my womb.
And even though you are your own person now,
I still feel you.
I feel your curious nature and your adamant spirit.
I feel your love,
connected to my heart,
like a string to a balloon.
Happiness and joy shine through your eyes
like a million suns.
My boy, my sunbeam,
Thank you for all that you are and all that you will become.
Mom
