Little man full of life, full of wonder and love;
Excited to touch the white clouds above.
Away from the gate, we softly proceed;
Young eyes in amazement, long for more speed.
To the runway we go, it doesn't take long;
'Til the white clouds beneath us, are basking in sun.
'How high are we daddy, are we in the sky? '
'Yes we are Buddy, your learning to fly! '
A countenance of wonder, so fresh and so pure;
Like we all felt once, decades before.
Time has a way of sullying one's face;
But one look at my boy, and I know God's grace.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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