That night…
It should be warm
And cheeriness painted on your lips
The pride shown in everything you serve

I can see the tears in your beautiful eyes
I can  see the sadness in your tiny lips
I can see the clumsiness in your little hands
I feel the hurt in your heart

Don’t conseal it my little bear
Cry… cry… my baby
Hold me tight
I will ease your pain

This is the path that you have to through it
You know that, my little bear
Strong and humble
Better things will be yours

To my son
Monday, 2nd March 2015
02.00 pm