Little baby boy
How I miss
Times when I saw you
But I miss you more
Your presence
Soft smile
Beaming eyes
Huge cheeks
With a toothless mouth
Your grace envelopes
into my smile
Hope you are well
Walk your cutest walk
Talk baby talks
Until you learn the adult talk
Giggle until your tummy bursts
Watch cartoons until they
are no longer funny
Suck on your thumb
til there's nothing left of it
If you are growing to be
what you are now
Don't change
You are a beautiful boy to me
This is what happens when I don't check out your site. I missed out on a work of yours that was written on November. I am suprised that the love of my life, well, used to be, that is, didn't comment. It's really a gift and an honor that God gave "US" a part of his image. It's just sad the he doesn't see me very often. The fact that I work too damn much makes me feel like a bad father. I feel good when I arrive to see him, but when she's there, I hurt. I don't like for OUR son to see us apart, seeing me cry no less. With his every smile, "He" should see us grow stronger and happier, but that's never going to happen.
An extremely close friend I used to know told me this once:
"I lost another one to someone less handsome."
Sincerely,,,,
Me