I am your son
I wonder why you are so nice
I hear you like cooking me food
I see you are nice
I want you to never die
I am proud of you
I pretend I can see you when I don't
I feel your hand when I touch it
I touch your hand when I feel sad
I cry when I think about you dieing
I am jealous you are old enough to play most games
I understand you have to work
I say "Hi" when you come home
I dream of the days to come
7 comments:
OMG - ok...you had me choking back tears at how pure and how loving that poem was. Thank you for sharing that!
Sometimes they get us, know us, and tells us more than we can hope or imagine. Sharing such a blessing, is a wonder. Thank you
~ Zha
Oh gosh, Ches! How precious!
Thank you for sharing this with us, chestnut! *hugs*
I think I know where he gets his soulfulness:)
/me cries too
Aww... that is so sweet!
I can't wait for my boys to grow up and learn to write ;-)
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