With each inhale, love grows...
Nose nestled deep into hair...cheek...neck;
I escape in the wonder of you
The good--the innocence that coos me into hope for a better and brighter day,
And exhale slowly a prayer of pronouncement, declaring all that you will be...
Offspring are trees that grow family and root legacy;
So with each inhale, my love grows for you...
With nose nestled deep into hair...cheek and neck, I bask in your promise--
And declare that you, my son, are destined...to be.
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