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MY PRECIOUS SON, a poem by Edward L. Temoney, USA
Sad, Grief, Sympathy, Broken Heart Poems & Son Poetry
Edward L. Temoney, USA
MY PRECIOUS SON
Since the day you were born, I have loved you more and more... Even though I can't see you like I want too..To see your beautiful smile; to hear your beautiful laugh.. I wish things were different than they were yesterday....I wish I could feel your little hands on my face....smell you newborness in my nose.. To hear you say "Dadda", and giggle... I just sit, and think... I think of you every day, and look at your picture every night before I go to sleep... Your mother won't let me see you.. I guess she is scared of the bond we would have.... My mind fast-forwards to your first walk....to your first day at school...to your graduation... and tears come to my eyes as I write this to you, my son....because I miss you so much it feels like my chest is exploding....Even if I never get to see you again...my love for you will never die; for you are my first born, my only born....my precious son.
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