My charming son, you inspire me to write.
How I love the way you rest, sit and walk,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the cute mohawk.
Let me compare you to a gorgeous larch?
You are more active and motivational
Sore clouds dull the magic flowers of March,
And the springtime has the aberrational.
How do I love you? Let me count the ways.
I love your wonderful eyes, teeth and hair.
Thinking of your tender teeth fills my days.
My love for you is the sacred forebear.
Now I must away with a cunning heart,
Remember my great words whilst we're apart.
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Naila Sajjad
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