Going home

I am going home to my son that loves me.
I am going home to someone that cares.
He puts my face in his hands and calls me mommy.
At a young age he is learning so much.
Yet there is so much he still needs to know.
Some day I hope he has a father that is caring.
Someone who doesn’t look on the outside but the inside.
Yes I am going home to someone who loves me.

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