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You were just placed inside a crib.
It was only two of us to celebrate, though.
Daddy was chasing skirts and arching backs.
You were wearing pink.
The hospital gave you those clothes.
They were too girly for daddy, though.
He said he’d buy you some blue ones,
But baby hats aren’t between her thighs.
You had thick, pink lips
Similar to mama and daddy.
But hopefully, what you choose to do with those lips
Won’t follow the actions of those creaters.
My shadow was in your eyes.
I’m still in you future. I’m indebted in the windows
Of your soul.
Your freshness still suffocates the page.
Your sweet innocence pulls tears from my eyes.
You are the beginning of what could “still be.”
You weren’t looking into the camera.
Your head was turned my way.
You love to look at mama.
You will always be able to look at mama.
As soon as I snapped the camera,
You flashed your gums to me and giggled.
Your happiness is cleansing
And helps others forget their worries.
You are sweet caramel
You are fresh blankets
You are happiness
You are my baby.
I love you, son