A mother! In my old age? Yeah, right!

I'm over the hill  
my doctors lied  
said we'd probably never  
concieve, not without a fight.  
 
My beautiful new son  
You look just like your Father.  
His forehead, his heir line.  
 
I hold you so steady, so sure  
For I love you, I am your Momma.  
 
You don't know it now,  
But in my future room our photo.  
 
Carefully bathing my newborn son  
As I gaze periodically  
Out the double pained window.  
 
There he is, the one I think of  
When I see you.  
He painted these walls himself  
An artist, earth toned potters clay.  
I love the way he decorates.  
 
We are happy and warm a family  
Living as one in his French châteaux.  
 
I don't know his real name now,  
But I thank HIM for you, now.  
 
My beautiful baby son,  
You coo so softly  
In this antique, irreplaceable  
Water basin, white,  
Trimmed in blue love.  
 
Why did it take me so long to notice our photo  
One reason, for the reason  
you're my son.  
 
I had to go through things to get here  
to this moment.  
 
Yes, even my dreams, needed to be shared  
in order to be painted.  
 
The windows slightly open  
On this spring afternoon day  
The garden, lush green  
Heir warm and inviting.  
 
When you grow up,  
you will sit on your Father's throne!  
 
You coo and smile back at me,  
like you already know.  
 
You remind me of your cousin Jael.  
Knowing things, just too baby too actually say.  
 
Me, I'm your Momma  
Dressed elegantly, still wearing my  
Irresdescent wedding gown.  
 
Always knew I wanted a son.  
 
Our photo framed in gold  
Your Momma, though I've aged and matured.  
 
The table beneath you  
Really underneath us  
Made of wicker and solid wood.  
 
Your Father he loves you.  
Peeking into the window from the gardens.  
Winks, now he remembers  
suddenly, the journey taken  
to accomplish you.  
 
He tells my brothers, every time he gets the chance,  
Merci pour using the jaws of life.  
Pulling me out my automobile crash.  
My son flashed before my very eyes.  
 
But no more talk of tears and pain  
Those are memories of yesterday years  
Memories you should never have to know of.  
 
Soon you'll grow up and understand your shadow.  
You might have a little brother or sister  
To teach a thing or two.  
 
But for now, let your baby world  
Remain safe in our arms  
For they are sun tanned  
Dark and toned.  
 
It is spring, yet everything has bloomed  
Hedekiah, I'm your mother, but call me Mommy  
I wear a crown.  
 
And you my lil baby son, you are proof  
all battles have been fought and won.