The look on his face filled with guileless love
cannot be contained in his hug
or in my heart.
His eyes close
and his breathing slows
I kiss his forehead and
wish him every joy
Thankful he's my boy
Smudged with dirt
I cannot prevent the hurt
that floods his life
But then I see, in his face
the man that will be
strong in his caring
and I trace
the tear stains
For his little boy
will not suffer like he
the pain will melt away
and stay the memories
when he holds the eggshell of innocence
tenderly in his love
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Beautiful!
Bravo! I did not have the greatest relationship with my father and now want to do better with my daughter..
You sum it up so well!
Sad yet you hear the strength of an amazing mom doing her best for her son to make up for the problems with his dad. I admire you.
tr8ergirl,
"beautiful"
...like my boy (and yours).
jake,
Just the fact that you care to have a better relationship with your daughter than the one you and your dad had means that you will.
sw,
I'm trying... thanks.
absolutely stunning...
You got some talent goin there..
day,
That's a high compliment coming from you.
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