My Son To Come
Arrange rays of sunshine
to make my son shine
with light or dark he is my heart
although his existence
is just a figment.
I count the days until his age.
One, two
then he'll learn to tie his shoe
three, four
and he'll learn to build a fort
He is not here
but my heart is filled,
with love for him like no other
Unofficially
I am his mother
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