| Written by Ronnie |
I see my little boy, still in his pyjamas.
I see golden hair, still tousled from sleep.
I see a bottle that's just been finished.
I see a blue dummy, much loved and well-used.
I see a bedtime story book - This Is Not My Hat.
I see my favourite armchair, in which I have nursed all four of the boys.
I see myself, tired but content.
I see motherhood, at its most ordinary.
I see light, soft and gentle.
I see love, steadfast and strong.
I see a toddler on the cusp of boyhood.
I see my son, who brings me endless joy.
I see the past, as it was a year ago.
I see the future, in the face of my son.
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