Short Stories

Sometimes a Poet- Dedicated to my son

Have You Seen My Son?

Have you seen my son?

His name is that of a king

As he is so destined to be

His skin milk chocolate with eyes dreamy

Statue, medium

His presence, quiet and tall

His smile complemented by dimples

Those he hides

His laugh is infectious

Encouraging you to laugh along

A beginner with muscles but his heart is strong

His words full of insight

Articulating properly to any audience

A magnet to any personality

Broad shoulders, that welcomes his mom’s weight

Protector of his siblings

A mystery to his peers, sacred to his friends

A blessing to all he encounters

Have you seen my son?

If not, your loss.

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