Parker (A Sonnet Sunday on Monday)
Our dear little baby is
our second chance at hope
His laughter helps heal
the wounds that we once had to cope
The smiles he shares
can even melt the coldest heart
His beautiful eyes
showed that he loved us from the start
Cute is the word when
he dances on his tippy toes
Even more so when
together we rub nose to nose
During the wintertime,
his fingers will be gloved
The warm feeling of our
will let him know he is loved
We will be there for
our little guy, no matter what
For whatever happens to
him, our hearts will not shut
Our love for him will
shine even when times are darker
Even when he’s older,
he’ll be our baby Parker

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