The child and his bright eyes
Beaming
The curling of his tongue
As wrinkles form
On his face
Gleaming
As he smiles at the sight
Of his smiling father
No thought of taxes,
Price hikes
Or the other got ahead
None of that now
Today it's just him
And his smiling father
1 comment:
Now this is the sweetest poem I've seen done by a father!
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