"THE BEST PART"
As I took a sip of wine, you were there standing in line. Playing pool----looking cool. Levi blue's that fit just right, not at all to tight. A funny hat on your head, a color of almost red. You bent down to take your shot, with an aim that you sought. Looking up, our eye's locked----it was a must that we talked. Several year's flew by and I could see it in your eye's----a new romance had touched your heart. And omce again, I was left in the dark. To move far far away----was my only way. To spare the pain that would surely come, so I had to run. My time on earth is short, so I need your support. Our son is a grown man and he fit's into my plan. He has your eye's, which come's as no great surprise. His soul is kind----as you will find.His heart is filled with joy and love. He is the best part of me and you and I pray you will be proud of him too.
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