My Little Man
So small, yet so big
born during a rough time
of pain and sorrow.
Oh what joy he brings
on that cold November day.
With his little hands already
conformed to his last name traits.
With features just like his dad.
My little man makes me happy
when I was sad.
Just to think of him or see his
pictures puts a smile on my face.
Now my little man is three
already acting like he is twenty-three.
Copyright © Joyce Hudson | Year Posted 2020
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