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He Is
He is:
Wounded and broken,
Terribly soft-spoken.
He used:
To be so full of life and zest,
And was always on some quest.
He is:
So incredibly withdrawn,
And all his smiles are gone.
He used:
To be without any fear,
And always full of cheer.
He is:
An artist that is incredibly gifted,
And his rare smiles make my heart uplifted.
He is:
So smart and bright that when he does write
His stories, your imagination he does ignite.
Why can't he:
See that for him I would walk through fire,
And stand there and face his ever lasting ire?
Why can't he:
See that I would give my last breath,
So that he does not have to face death?
Why can't he:
Realize that I hate to see
Him so wounded before me?
Does he:
Not know that from the very start,
He grabbed a hold of my heart?
Will he:
Ever be able to see,
That he is the world to me?
He is:
Never to be outdone,
For he is my second born son.
He needs:
To see that whether this trouble or some other,
That I am here and will ALWAYS be his mother!
He needs:
To know that no matter his grudge
Or what he decides to do , I will not judge!
He needs:
To know that no matter the strife
He may cause he is still my WHOLE life!
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