Son, You Are The Reason For My Existence

Son, You Are The Reason For My Existence prose poem

Uploaded by Kishan Negi


My bubbly son
do you know that
you are not just a son to me
you dwell
in every beat of my heart
you are vital breath of my life
that always inspires me
to be a loving Dad
you are my soul music
that stimulates my confidence
you are my heartbeat
that galvanizes me to enjoy
every moment of life
you are my lovely eyes
through which
I can imagine my dreams
that fortifies my will power
you are my all strength
that empowers me to confront
failures in life and
teach me that
difficult roads often lead to
beautiful destinations
and most of all
you are the reason
for my existence

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