Dear Son
Ten little fingers, ten little toes,
How did I survive without you, I'll never know.
One look into your eyes and I can see
all that lies ahead of me
Happiness, kisses, love, and hugs
even the muddy hands, tears, and bugs
I'll love you forever, I'll never be done
Mommys boy, my baby, my dear son.
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