Written by: Bob shank

Your smile, your laughter
even the salt of your tears
are the exuberence of humanity
if there be a God or Goddess
you are their reflection of everything good

you bring hope
where there was despair
where there was pain

with eyes that define love
tunnels to a pure soul
divine innocence
beyond our feeble comprehension

would such a creature be a myth
a figment of the imagination
not hardly
he's my son.