There was a boy
A very strange enchanted boy
They say he wandered very far, very far
Over land and sea
That’s my son. The poet, the writer, the musician, the philosopher, the historian, the Human Rights advocate.
He of the gentle heart and the sad eyes.
The voice of those whose voices are a frightened whisper in the night.
Happy birthday, my son. Know that you’re always in my thoughts and in my heart.
SSG,
This was touching. And I see that little boy likes coffee like someone else I know…
Le Clown
That he does! The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree
Wonderfully done :)
Thank you!
This shit made me cry, woman! What the hell you doing to me?
I can punch you in the belly so you get angry at me instead, if you want.
I keed, I keed. It made my daughter cry too.