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Apr 2013
The wind whips
Train whistle blows
The sun that won't come out today shares what little light it can
Spreads it's gray shadow over his tiny features
His little freckled nose
His almond eyes, lashes reaching for the heavens
His plump little lips
His breath a symphony of sleepy sounds
Dreaming the morning dew
His tiny little hands reach for momma
They work so hard to do that which comes easy for yours and mine
His copper hair lays over the pale skin of his cheek
I can't help but steal a kiss
I made you
Out of me
And I will love you
Unconditional, never ending, all enduring
My little man
Jessica Who
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Jessica Who
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