Terry B. Peterson
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Daddy's Little Big Man
I looked into his room but I don't see him.
I asked myself where has my little big man gone.
Though he came into this life two months early,
His fight for life through strife was not alone.
His mom and I were very happy.
My love for her grew stronger each passing day.
He was fourteen months old when we parted,
Her love for me, by now, had faded away.
I called him daddy's little big man.
Because he started life so small.
He made my life worth living,
But now he's gone, and that's all.
When he was twenty months old I received a phone call,