Curtis Johnson Poet Rhyme

Letter To My Son

Good morning son.

There has never been a day like this day.
May you face it gladly, come what may
We mortals make many things from clay,
But only God Almighty can make a day;
The same God who made the mana.

So, my dear son.

Let the sunlight shine upon your soul,
As the wind of God blows away those
Dark and dreary clouds of grey.

Love you,
Dad

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