A Son Poem by Ziad AlMatt
A Son
The day he was born was the day I waited for all along
I could not believe what I saw before my eyes
A son one that I raise and tell him no lies
He was a gift from god that crossed the heaven
I could not wait see him grow so I could teach to play a song
One that he could sing his son
'What should call him' asked my dad
And I happily replied with 'Kevin'
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8/28/2026 7:25:28 AM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
A gentle poem from your fatherhood pen. :) it is a sweet write