Your sweet little face,
Looking up at me,
Curious eyes,
Holding my little finger,
You smiled at me.
Love for you is ever-growing,
Blossoming into something new,
I am so filled with happiness,
You have made my life fuller,
With your bouncy, happy presence.
My son, you are so young,
One day, when you are grown,
I will think back,
To these early years,
And miss them so.
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