Son
From the exact day your Daddy
said we'd conceived You
Exactly nine months, to the day,
we retrieved you
It is said You are so much like him
It's a wonder that I was even there
What is a "spitting image" do tell
Because I wouldn't want it
in my mouth to begin with
I thought Sons were supposed
to look like their Daddy's
After all, they're born out of Love
Or did I miss something, somewhere
God Bless
Copyright © Patsy Buckner | Year Posted 2008
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