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Walking With My Son
I walk with my little son
He would follow me to the edges of the galaxy
Just to tell me his story of his love for reality.
He waits for my return
Then tells me he misses me
With a smile, a cuddle and kiss that reminds me he’s here in this world.
He gives me tasks to do
While playing in the evening
Then I read him a story
Way past bedtime.
We walk in the morning
While he points out...
Monday 2nd December 2019 11:29 am
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