I watched a young mother walking with her boy,

Her proud smile told all of her joy.

As cute as a button, cheeks rosy and red,

Dark curls peeked from under the toque on his head.

His laughter, like bells ringing out in the cold,

His steps never faltered, he was so bold.

I watch as he stomps, kicks and jumps in the snow,

Such an adorable little man, too quickly they grow.

This sweet little angle perhaps two or three,

On short little legs came running to me.

Gave me a hug, then wiggled to be free.

A moment of happiness to me he did bring,

He touched my heart and made it sing.

A gift? Perhaps. A reminder from above?

To open your heart and let in the love.