When minutes
become old
from waiting
the newborn sun's
rays
are vague in strength
I'll paint a picture
for him
not of diversity
or doubt,
but love that's put in
fiction-mode
the song
I'll write-
for memories to remain
constant
when we meet downtown
I'll tell him to
look for life's finds:
overcome
grow
explore
love
touch
aim high
and know
how I'm only an observant
on this life's stage.
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