Nick Jordan.

(Wimbledon)

Saucepan Lids


I look into my Childrens eyes and think,
I gave you to this world.
since the very first breath you took,
in high esteem you've always been held,
I look at you 
in total awe,
And see how you've excelled,
You've exceeded all expectations
And I couldn't be more proud.
You're the best thing that ever happened to me,
And the best thing that ever will,
Nothing will ever come close again,
Than that feeling or that thrill,
of the day that you finally arrived,
And I have that feeling still,
For whenever you walk into the room.
I can't help the way I feel. 
You light up my whole life with zeal 
And make my heart go boom!

Submitted: Wednesday, May 29, 2013
Edited: Thursday, September 05, 2013

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