My son
helplesslike a little bird fallen from it`s nest
I`ll lightly rub his back
and hold him to my chest
small and fragile
unaware
I`ll teach him all the ways
to enjoy life
taste the fruits
and play happily throghout the days
and though I know
someday he`ll grow
to old to play with dad
he will always remember
his younger days
and all the fun we had
Poetry by pettyodd
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Written on 2006-07-31 at 22:09




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