Beautiful Thing

For My Baby Boy, Kohen Scott Lindsay


What a brilliant mind,
So deep, so soft, so kind.
What a wonderful smile,
It makes everything I do worth while.
Such a talented soul,
That is the only thing that has ever made me whole.
What deep blue eyes,
That shine brighter than the skies.
What a tender kiss,
It's nothing short of bliss.
Such a pretty song to sing,
When you hold everything.
Because his love is such a beautiful thing,
Such a beautiful thing.
What an amazing sunrise,
Full of smiles and butterflies.
What a glorious night,
Where everything around is just right.
Such an incredible way,
How he finds the right things to say.
What a special way to be,
When we're together to fly free.
What a better way to live,
Where love is all you give.
Such a pretty song to sing,
When you hold everything.
Because his love is such a beautiful thing,
Such an amazing, beautiful thing.

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© Kattie Lindsay 2016

Lucky Charms and Us

Eight a.m. on the dot,
Half asleep, I somehow manage to mumble “Oh Kohen Scott”.
He’s calling out my name; he’s ready to start the day,
I, however, am not in the mood to play.
I open the door to see blankets and toys thrown all over the place,
And then an innocent “Hi!” squeals from the direction of his smiling face.
His arms open wide,
My heart swelling with pride.
I rub my eyes and smile, “I love you” I say,
“GoMornin’” he says as I walk his way.
After hugs and kisses, down the stairs we go,
He asks for cereal and his favorite show.
As I hold my head in close to his,
I say, “’Lucky Charms’ and ‘Cars’ it is!”
And just like yesterday, and the day before,
Half of the bowl ends up on the floor,
And before I know it, he’s asking for more.
So I sit, right there next to him and memorize his every move,
And then I realize I’ve got nothing left to prove.
My little man loves me no matter what,
He doesn’t care when I don’t wear make-up, or dress-up, or about the last time I had a haircut.
I’m his Mama.
His Hero.
His Protector.
His one and always constant.
In his eyes, I can do anything,
And in his heart I am his everything.
As time goes by and I watch him grow,
There’s one thing that will never change this I know,
If being his Mama is the only thing I ever do right,
My life will be complete, and I can sleep at night.
Gazing over at him I start to feel a tear,
Only then to realize a Lucky Charm has hit me in the ear.
He laughs a sneaky little laugh until my eyes meet his,
And I can’t help but grin and say, “’Lucky Charms’ and ‘Us’ it is!”
8:15 on the dot,
I think to myself, “Oh how I love you, Kohen Scott”.

This intellectual property belongs to Kattie Lindsay. Do not copy, replicate, change this, or claim it as your own. You’re welcome to share this if proper writing credit is given upon doing so.
© Kattie Lindsay 2016