Adam short poem

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A bundle of nerves and cries-
so tender, he melts my soul.
Holding him made me feel whole-
when all of me was dying.

He may not remember me-
nor my face but my heart is his.
I carry him in my heart, my sweet bliss.
Losing you was what set me free-
but I swear I will come back for you.

You may no longer like to play peekaboo-
but it’s OK, I will settle for a smile.
You may not be as hungry as you were-
but now we can play as rough as you like.

I have so much to tell you-
and you have so much to ask-
but I hope I will have time-
and the chance to spend with you.

I live on the hope of touching your face-
I sleep dreaming of seeing you.
I hold on to the very little I have from you-
A towel and a recording of your cries.

Until Judy and you are in my arms again-
I pray and hope for us to be together.
You will always be my son-
my one and only Adam

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