On September twenty-seventh,
Of the year two-thousand-twelve,
A baby boy came in my life
and stole my heart away.
He took my stolen heart,
And filled it up with joy.
The sorrow that resided there
Soon dissolved in thin air.
That little boy will soon come home,
But he'll hold my heart still.
My second nephew here at last!
He's such a joy it's hardly real!
Although alas he shares my heart!
With three girls and a little boy.
Perhaps also my best friends too,
And the one who I give my heart and soul.
The Lord gave my heart to me,
And I give it back to him,
And the love he provides,
I let it rise to all the friends I know.
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My Poetry
PoetryAll of my poems gathered into one book (who knows, maybe someday published as so? probably not :-/ ) poems of different topics but none would be on here if I didn't truly like it, if i didn't think I did good on one, it would be gone.
