My Little Boy

My Little Boy short poem

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I remember the day you were born,
Since then to love you I’ve sworn.
You gave me new hope,
Like scriptures to a pope,
And without you
I would be forever forlorn.

I’ll never forget your first steps,
And together we took them in reps.
I love you in every sense,
At whatever the expense,
And with you
I shall never have any regrets.

I have made many grave mistakes,
One that made me move miles afar.
Just know, though my heart it breaks,
Your reflection I see in every star.

With all this pain I cannot stand,
You are much safer with your mother.
So I hope someday you’ll understand,
That forever, I trust her like no other.

Always remember I am thinking of you,
Before of you, this love I never knew.
You always bring me joy,
You’ll always be my little boy,
And without you
I have nothing to pursue.

Never forget whatever pain is yours to subdue,
That together, we shall see it through.
My expectations you’ve outdone,
I will always be proud to call you my son,
And with you
I will always feel anew.

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Saurin Desai

wow, the love and pain shine through


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