Wednesday, April 12, 2006

My darling son

I spend my waking hours thinking of how fruitfully he can spend his time,
For it is in his joyful teenage years,
That we shall find friends to keep him busy.

His day should be filled with happy thoughts,
Thoughts that welcome his tomorrows.

I know him to be an unselfish person,
Who thinks highly of his companions,
For in their company he will live his future tomorrows.

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