My son-my boy,
My peace-my joy,
The heartbeat in my chest.
My song-my muse,
and peek-a-boos,
You truly are the best.
Every second spent with you,
Truly warms my soul,
We’ll play till the sky drains of blue,
I dread you growing old.
How such a soiled human,
Help create such a masterpiece?
A blessing undeserved,
I don’t question such a mystery.
This tragic world is so cruel,
Whispered lies and misdirection,
Within my heart you’ll always rule,
Dont let them change your perfection.
And though we have yet-
To speak with paragraphs,
I’ve heard the many stories-
Within your laughs.
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