A Fathers Love

I call him son I think about him every day His blond hair and green eyes The way he walks into a room And brightens up my life He understands my feelings Like no one else has done In all the years I've know him I've always called him son He has this way about him That makes me want to laugh When we spend time together It goes bye way to fast I remember as a child How much he needed me Now he's grown into a man And is needing to fly free I am so very proud of him And In all the things he's done But the thing that im most proud of Is that I can call him son Carl J. Roberts For my son Kylor I love you son

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