Jonah
I love you my child
You were born to be wild
You popped your balloon
Then quickly smiled.
Your very first word was ball
You pointed to every circle you saw
Ball, ball, ball, ball
on the wall, down the hall
The only thing you said at all
Then it was tractor trailers and trucks
Bullets, guns and four point bucks
You were climbing the walls as I went nuts
A quick little kid, leaving trails of dust
You were quick to walk and quick to talk
You quickly mastered what was taught
You were quick to do things on your own
It should be no surprise, how quick you've grown
But I miss the days when you were small
Saying uh oh when you would fall
Tripping on my heels, down the hall
Every moment shared, I miss it all
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