My Son

 

My Son,

You were an idea that lay dormant in my dreams,

First opened your pure eyes to me,

Don’t age and leave this world with an internal scream.

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2 thoughts on “My Son

  1. Very nicely penned. Poignant.
    Is this a slide of a tissue from the body, it looks like though?
    But I am sure it’s a painting if I am not wrong.

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