My love is...

Gentle parenting

My dear child, my love is never ending,

never failing

All transcending,

It is yours, both day and night,

My hugs and kisses,

Your basic right

If I'm busy or if I'm mad

My love for you is always there

To keep you happy, content and glad

At home, in public and anywhere

The clock, my schedule, does not dictate

the hours I choose to demonstrate

 the affection for the fruit of my womb

The endless amount of time I spend gazing at you

From my bedside, in my sling

Stroking, humming and some singing

from dusk till dawn 

I have drawn 

close to you, 

just to watch you yawn

Outragious, audacious people they say

'Put the child down, lest he get spoiled I say!'

I give no ear, and I turn away

Who is it that cares for this baby anyway!

It is me, it is I

My job and my pride

I look in my bed every night, and right there beside me

out like a light

a precious little creature, an infant serene,

asleep near my heart, 

nothing more valuable to me

I say to all mothers

Keep that child close

For tomorrow he's big and leaving the house