Perfection

Perfection is the child,whom to this world came to,
came to care came to love and to get us all through
He came with great joy but soon followed sadness
they told me your boy will never know kindness
he's not like the rest,he'll probably never feel love or sadness or fear
and as his mother to my eye came a tear 

so as i weakened and cried and ached in despair
i prayed to Our Lady and soon felt her near
i felt her sweet arms fold around me so warm
and in that magic moment my soul caught a breath
to be strong for my son and to never look back 

so i rose like a phoenix so secure and so strong
and felt the love of Our Lady reunite me as one
for my soul had drifted far and away,from the news i'd been giving on that summers day

why was i sad? why did  i cry? for my lord had sent me the most perfect boy
a boy who loves more then any other,i feel so privileged to be his mother
i got the boy who see's beauty beyond, who's kind and for giving and i'm proud of our bond

sometimes i think of the time's that i cried ,for the boy who i thought on the inside had died
he to found his strength from the inside it seemed,and up like a firework his colors beamed
so bright and so beautiful so strong and so clear, when i look in his eye's i know Our Lady's near
for she showed me the strength of true motherly love, and i will always be grateful for my gift from above
the perfection i see when i look at my boy,as if i'd hand picked an Angel right out of the sky
for he is the boy who loves like no other and i am so proud to be his Mother
 

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