throbbing with pride©
I keep seeing him in the yard
in that old white t-shirt,
and mint green shorts i cry so hard
oh how a mem'ry can really hurt.
He was so cute out there
and loved this kind of weather,
that window view was beyond compare
i'll have it in my sights forever.
I see him at the computer still
my precious inspiration by my side,
his praise and being could really fill
all i did with so much pride.
Yes he'd say it out loud
for he bragged about me all the time,
i try to continue to make him proud
in every action and rhyme.
And i'm proud as i can be
that i had this most special angel,
sent from heaven for only me
i'll love him 4ever w/all my heart+soul.
It's hard to type thru tears i cry
in every poem i pen,
my tears won't stop until i lie
in his proud and giving arms once again!
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