Stone Circle may these words be the first to find your ears

Last born, but not least loved. A little coo upon his birth. As air brushed his little face and deep into his lungs. He leaned into it fearless and wondering if such a name could exist in his minds eyes, ah but not yet. But he would come to know. 

The softness of his mother and his siblings. A gentle touch to his head. Whispered words he had not yet to hear, but he would. And he'd know always loved.