My Son
My son,
My first born,
Once was a little boy,
Now close to being grown,
The blond hair,
His chubby cheeks,
The way his eyes sparkled,
When he looked up at me,
His first step,
His stumbles and falls,
Sometimes gave me a scare,
Even if hes not near,
From crawling to running,
Playing sports and other games,
My boys not so little,
Not anymore....
Copyright © Tera Brown | Year Posted 2016
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