He Is......

He is a small boy,
I hold him in my arms
Swinging him to sleep.
I am his mother
Unaware of his love
Numb to his gestures of love
I try so hard to understand him
Watch his brain tick away
But a childs mind is too complex for me
And I fail miserably.
I sit observing him
Watching his arms wrap around me
Why can't I give him back the affection he gives me?
What good will it do him?
What good will it do us?
For the future we need to see
Just how we're going to be
But for now I'll let him sleep- peacefully.