My one year old son, his laugh so pure and sweet.
It's enough to fill my weary soul with life's purest heat.
His eyes, two bright stars in the night's dark sky,
Glistening with unbound curiosity as he soars ever high.
His skillful little hands, unrivaled in glee,
Stumble through his puzzle only to surprise me.
Time seems to stand still as I take in my proud creation,
And as I sweep him up in my arms he screams my name in jubilation.
In this moment I know there's no greater love than what I feel,
My one year old son is the only one my heart's ever sealed.