My Son
My son is
A different species than I
He eats dinner from the other
side of the table
When I am away from my child
he is the pattern
on my palm
He is who I look forward to meeting
yet will never understand
My son is
A different species than I
He eats dinner from the other
side of the table
When I am away from my child
he is the pattern
on my palm
He is who I look forward to meeting
yet will never understand