Brown Eyed Boy Poem by Jeri Martindale

In honor of Dillon Keith Kemp 06/30/1985-08/25/2013

Hey boy! I didn't expect to see you tonight
You grew up right in front of my eyes.

I remember the first time I looked at your big brown eyes,
They looked like heaven, and my heart began to swell.
That glorious feeling of being, of knowing,
that you are my son, that I am your mother.

Watching you grow, watching you explore
Too soon much to quickly became;
Watching you fall in love and have children of your own.

I felt my heart swell again when i held your first born baby girl and again a few years later when I held your son.
As I looked into your babies eyes,
It took me back to the day you were born and there you were again laying in my arms staring up me.

Your sweet girl outgrew my lap long ago, now she likes make up, shopping trips, and hair bows.
I see so much of you in your son. When I hug him he feels just like you, I almost can't let him go, I hold onto him as long as he will let me.

Your memories keep flooding back now:
The big brown eyes
Your cute fat cheeks
Your smile and laughs
The best days, our worst days, everything
I beg to see them all, to have them back.

Ever since the day you were born,
You began defining a special part of me.
With you no longer here on Earth,
A part of me is broken,
but at the same time you are still defining me.
I look forward to seeing you in Heaven Son!
To feel your hugs, to see your smile again.

A mother's love, such a powerful emotion!
Even in death, it can't be broken.
Do you know how I know this Son?
Because each time I think of you,
my heart still feels like it is exploding
the same way it felt the day that I birthed you, and because all the tears I've cried since you've been gone show it.