Kingston

I never dream of having kids. I never dream of being happy. I never dream of being an uncle. I never dream of having a nephew like you. I was 15 when I first held you. I was 15 when I first met you. I was 15 when I first heard you cry. I was 15 when I first changed you. I was 15 when I saw you smile. I was 15 when it was your first Christmas. I'm 18 and I hope that one day you'll see this. I was 16 when you took your first step. I was 16 when you became attach to me. I was young and still afraid to hold you. I was young and still afraid to even have the thought of having a son. I tell you this now for that when you get older and don't really know me you'll understand how much you really mean to me. I'm 18 now as I write this poem I was 17 when we celebrated your birthday I was 16 when you moved away, you were my reason to come home and wear a smile. You are the reason for my smile. Yes I may be your uncle and you may be young but I swear I will whoop your ass if you ever touch a gun. You're smart and beyond strong for a two year old, whenever I hold you, you make me feel old. As for you are my nephew, I have no son, but having you in my life has given me thought to have one. Kingston you are my #1 and I will treasure forever as if you are my son.