Atty
A short poem that sort of rhymes about my son/ being a parent
Innocent eyes
Will never fill
With lies,
Innocent smile
That stretches for miles.
My pride and joy,
My baby boy;
An extension of me
An extension of he.
Twin souls with
A rainbow child
No sinful goals
Just soft and mild.
Our favorite escape
No more dreams
To chase.
The running is over
My four leaf clover,
Family first
No more fear to
Burst.