Little son
light in the midst of
darkness
powerful innocent son
A prince to raise
little leader
so in tune with his surroundings
so immune to fear
brave, curious
little bear
how unaware I was
to how incomplete
I was without him
I could watch him
romp about for hours
Little explorer
little warrior
I can't wait to show him the world
to open his eyes to all the ways
he is called to change it
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PoetryRamblings and Poetry to satisfy the urge to expose parts of me. Some of these are old, some are new.
