By T.K. Flicek
Precious gift
wrapped in wool,
on a cool February day
I brought you home.
Daily blessed
with laughter and joy,
I praise the gods
for my little boy.
A little boy
no longer you are,
but forever you will
stay in my heart.
All I request as
you become a man,
is that you will never be too old
to hold Mommy’s hand.
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