Sunday, 21 October 2012

Son...


    
 Son...

 i watch him grow, my beautiful boy.
 funny,
warm and kind.
he is his fathers pride and joy.
 boots, big to fill,
the man that he will be it's clear to see,
 he is his fathers son.
 his fathers walk,
his fathers eye's,
 his fathers great big smile.
he is protective, brave,
 and loyal.
 integrity and pure heart.
 he is his mothers sun and moon,
  his sisters truest friend,
he is our brightest
 shinning light.
a mate to all.
a friend.

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