My Son
I'll lend you my body awhile,
in sweet exchange for a smile.
I'll grow and prepare for your birth,
make way a space on this earth.
I'll build you a house that's a home,
so the street's you never do roam.
I'll work til the day is done ,
to give you a good life my son.
Copyright © Karen Darsey-Harwood | Year Posted 2016
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