For You

For my sweet little boy, Steven.

The sun rising from it's nightly slumber;
A burning ball cresting hills covered in dew.
It cannot compare in any way,
To the love I feel for you.

The gentle snow floats down from the sky;
To cover the earth's blemishes in a wintry calm.
But it could never match the sweetness,
Of my cheek against your palm.

The great and mighty forest stands;
It's trees are strong, proud, and full of grace.
Yet they will never hold a candle to,
One smile across your face.

I'd travel to the ends of the earth for you;
Take on dangers great and mild.
And if you ever ask me why,
It's because you are my child.

Ivie H.