DEAR SON
BY FIONA CUMMINGS
He means the world to me
The air he breathes
His spirit so free
Like the autumn leaves
Fluttering in the breeze
He means the world to me
His energy thrashes through waves on the sea
He is the silver stars in the cobalt night
He is the love I want to hold onto so tight
My heart is full of
warmth
Like a summer sun
He means the world to me
My angel, my Son
© Fiona Cummings
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