My fish
Dear my little son,
You swim like a fish in the sea,
Which is pretty inaccurate as you swim in a round bowl next to me
As the plants swish against the glass, I’m hoping that it will last
The little bubbles from your gills that form at the top as hours pass
It seems odd that a small fish like you can mean so much,
But entertaining as you are can do such
This poem is about:
My family
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