The Baby Shower - Poem by Brandon O'Neill
what a beautiful name.
I'm sure your father,
your dear father,
spent many hours pondering a name,
that would suit you in this life.
As i look at you Brian,
I cant help but wonder about what lies ahead for you.
What will your best subject be in school?
Your favorite cartoon?
Your first love?
The innocent aura that surrounds you, Brian,
presents so many questions that need to be answered.
I will watch you grow up to be a man, Brian.
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