As told to my son, when my dear asked me the most basic question of all
And the heavens opened up to offer a gift
For all the times I had been good they said
They asked of all the treasures in the world
If one wish was to be granted
What did I covet? What would make me happy?
So I answered back, without question from thought
I want a child, the most amazing child you can give
I want them to be smart and polite and handsome as can be
But most important of all, I want them to be happy.
I want them to know just how special they are
I want them to know just how loved
I want them to love me like I love them already
As just the thought of them grows.
The heavens smiled but before they granted my wish
They warned there would be a price
I beamed and promised them anything
And they in turn gave me my star
They gave me the greatest kid in the whole wide world
My love they gave me you
And then they took their payment
and that my dear, is why I am fatter than Charlie's mom.
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Verbal Graffiti
PoetryThis is what comes of having too much sugar and access to word.