He Poem by Kathleen Wilson
He
He cries in the night,
I rush to his side.
He walks on his own,
I look on with pride.
He giggles with joy,
When I tickle his feet
Without him,
I'd be incomplete.
At times I get so frustrated,
Angry too.
Then I look at him,
His eyes so innocent,
And blue.
He is my joy,
He is my pride,
He is my life,
my world.
He's the only one,
He's all I've got,
He's my son.
By:
Linda Kay Wilson
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