My husband told me to post my new poem:

My Little River

Every little thing you do
carves its way into my heart.
I'm sure
that when I die
if they were to cut me open,
pull apart my ribs,
they would find that a great, grand canyon
had come to take the place of my old
heart. Owing all its awesome beauty
to the perfect love
of a mother
for her growing
infant son,
carved out over a lifetime,
bit by bit,
with every little thing you do.

-mellie