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My Boy

Darkness into light.
Screams and tears fill up the room.
What should I name you?

Toys litter the floor.
You crawl, exploring the house.
You’re growing so fast.

You have your own life.
Your wife is so beautiful.
My son is no child.

I’m sorry I left you.
I know you miss me very much.
You will join me soon.




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