The Names of My 3 Children
Tugging at matter that was
Always there.
Vivacious with life even
In strife.
Monstrous joy,
Illustrating new forms of happiness,
Looming a low level glow in the eyes.
An acrobat of body and soul.
Just you wait, though,
Over the hills booms bombastically,
Even more than what you thought love could be.
Yours, truly.
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