Joys, Blessings, and Poetry

Sharing What Brings My Life The Greatest Joy Through Poetry

You are moving up in the world,

My first born son.

I have loved you, with your long hair,

Remembered how it felt against my cheek.

I forgive the distance,

I moved along,

Think about you

With your smiling face.

You got married,

Got another place,

But when I look at your photo

I still caress your face.

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