Your first runny nose.
Your first red-rimmed eyes.
Your first real fever.
Your first sleepless night.
Your first little sneezes,
and sniffles,
and coughs.

I hold you close.
I sing to you softly.
I share in your pain,
your discomfort,
your ills.

I want you to know
not only in good times
but also in need,
desperation,
and want;

I will be here.

I will love you.

I will never give up.